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by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, October 26, 2011 at 10:09am


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This is apparently written. This is seemingly a submission. It might have won a price. It is supposed to be first place. It could have would have should have taken the poll position in the race. It smells like a lime burger cheese. The shoulder of the ham. The aftermath of the sneeze. A broken pipeline leaves no nose alone and this is sewing fishing line to rods reels. Yes, Rod is reeling at this is news to him. They took the negroes off the boat from Plymouth Rock they unloaded them at ParisMontebank and sold only a few of the ones who had not eaten from the scurvy for the powder in the bisquit sacks was only wormy. They dismanteled the Atomic Bomb the one they kept from World War Three the Cold one it was under wraps at Amarillo Proving ground they kept the core interim for a while. The recycled remains to be seen. Eye wept for the slave not the slaver was rich not the poor beggar who lived from the trip he was docile a non entity a good worker worth any price. They seldom lived until they died. Eye deserve my broken tooth for eye was white once upon a time. A small thin suffering part of Jesus in my mouth how lucky it seems now that Saint Anthony has chosen me to die in the Streets of San Antonio alive and hurt no one to come to help me but the unseen GOD. Sleep and dream of love.


Sleep and Dream of Love