This Poem was Submitted By: David S Harewood On Date: 2000-09-06 21:08:49 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Turkey (an arse poetica)

"Dear Mother,      when Our hands tied themselves      and Our torsos tickled cartilage and unbound We bleated Your forgiveness  You and noe one else Dear Mother had us  shorn and thus We were purified      amen We thank You Mother for the  Blessed Torah Bacardi SumatraimeanKarmaKama and John Jim Mother Thou  hast sent Thy Light from us and We were repentent but We presume not to Bless You Lordess For You make Us the Blessed       amen We thank You Mother Dog for this flesh on O on Our bones and more Flesh before Us we pity  all those who refuse its comsumption caw caw" and so he burned the manuscript while thanking those for knowing his plagiarism

Copyright © September 2000 David S Harewood

Additional Notes:
Thank you, but I don't think that Jesus owns a copywright license


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