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She’s Been Told

Long distance silence lost then gone Long histamine and cut up rosaries 

I could name a long long list

Sad story wetter than sheets

Sob story bad weather and feet
Prominent flute and maxWell gravy                                                                                           President mutes the providence of many

Upon the open scar of a long long list

Rain raining red letter day on demand, play

Raining rain soaking needles in the hay 
Long distances histamines the rosaries 

are gone                                                                                                                                                    Raining writer running raising an objection 

And the rosaries                                                                                                                                              are gone 

And the groceries are raw

And the end will never come

Because it’s gone and gone and gone 

By River Zeal

I was born a rider, ended up a singer and a bathroom poet, beatnik sweetheart and if you ask me, grunge never died, you did.

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