Comin' Up Holdin' Darts
Everything is speculative...
28 January 2012
Ripping off the Belle of Amherst after hearing on NPR that Hemingway shot himself because he could no longer write
For Mercy is a passion presst,
Beyond the fleeting gale.
She waltzes like a girl distresst,
Puking in a pale.
And, Liberty with lock so small,
Afore the fingers long,
Which prattle at a broken gate,
With ventricle in song.
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