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87 Spaying South Beauty, she was beautiful. Away stolen, wishfulLy , when McChine’s inception Was the other side of reality, An offshore reality For shipless sheep Yet to dream Archimedes. At machine’s conception, She, the beauty, A polluting sewage, Was but one out of a trash can, Humanist Wilberforce, William, Lauded though, With more spates Name no spades! From behind hurrying For the Belle’s grave digging Rewarding South As their bell tolled To marooning Her eroded. Her offspring’s backs Horsewhips’ Steady landing Chronicles know them Not more than horses Hired gratis From the Tropics For Tropics Of the cosmos newly found…. Today’s desire, See them down the mire, Give arms To those needing alms And give a pull downwards To projecting her outstanding Out of her tepee standing; The monument standing Images remain, spayed, South paid…. Speechlessly smiles Embracing fate that piles Waiting Wagoner rises And once more drifts…. 88 Her silence lightning’s…. Smile, broadened. ...

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