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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 |
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Thank you, but I don't think that Jesus owns a copywright license
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