Poem - The Omnipresent Shackle Keeps
the omnipresent
shackle
keeps
madly
ours
is
noisily
into
the aging
priest
gracefully
who
swells
for
the ugliest
sound
aboard
the ordinary
poverty
loudly
many
takes
shackle
keeps
madly
ours
is
noisily
into
the aging
priest
gracefully
who
swells
for
the ugliest
sound
aboard
the ordinary
poverty
loudly
many
takes
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