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Canticle Allegiance Saving Honor by Wayne Michael Fabiano
Darling, our current relationship is concerning me to address a river of doubt in the matter of your constant and dirty hands caressing me. Was my silent charm a cue that I desired to let you take me home? Well everyone does, you know; carry me. Lady like I can be. Girls trust. Public fondling abhorrent.
Oaf, unfold my coat, I will submit. I have a distinguished torso pose and an old smelly wig; a family heirloom, nice and curly with wrinkles. You can change me if you desire. My good side is watching you play.
Lower the lights and admire my burlesque brazier. Dualities of my frozen tale launch awry in gondolas paradise, listen. I've traveled & been witness to most vial of deeds. Most of the church folk friends are too sweet. But, after so many, adieu, and to mention. I confess I really don't remember the last time I was alive with life.
Licking thumbs, I was really sorry about Lincoln's tragic night. He's next to me sometimes, we get close too. He pretends, but he knows where I keep the key to my room. His favorite, is the eagle on my wall, he remarks when he visits my secretary, counting: one, seven, eight, nine.
Am I famous? I could be worth a hundred pence. My
floral green garden is pleasant, gentlemen. Be gentle
too, airy as a feather I am in the wind, sleeping wild.
I elect to proclaim for the state I am in, answering: no more than the state of Delaware.
Row a pyramid of love, my heart beats in ancient ruins. Born from a treasured place I meet a great many citizens never to shake hands. My history is public. I have a long past, with yearning they all want me, want me. I stay neutral and can boast I am number one.
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