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" goodbye to em "
and the man
paced his steps
bringing forth
his fruit
as wel
as his uglyliness
and under
the sky
where the sun
showed promising
silence stood
whereas his
girth
sung a pretty
lullabye
of courage

and in
between
the wind
where animosity
likes to hide
he pulled
pistols
where ther shot
the prettiest
of butterflies

but much
to late
and ther startled
the curse of
his spirit

for wher sweet
death-
embraced
n cradled em

i lifted em
and sattled em

after hitting the ass
of his horse
to say goodbye
to em


and sleep wel

sweet prince
of the city

and all- but
sleep wel

* blue



© gary bell