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71 What thinking drives the hopeful to this? None would ever out of thirst drink piss! But all at some point dreamt of bliss On which day they’ll steal a fun kiss! Hope hopeful hope See cupful scope With the night in arrogance striding To brighten thought of nightmare looming Above tomorrow’s sky burning and scalding To fade along the way when falls the evening From whose bosom rises a smile of constellation Hopefuls copy in innocence for consolation. Spare Me I have fallen in love a zillion times! Each zillion time I have heard these bells’ chimes. They chime as would creepy-crawly rattle Whence I would I’d fallen for the prattle; Not at sea where serpents stream in and out And inject venom in men in a bout Of madness buckled up where rages storm Behind their split tongues to strike so would bombs And tint spotlessness born each day of Rose Beautiful, beautiful Rose, spare me Rose! ...

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