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disprtsa

A Poem by Laura Lynn

Do not despise the poor spies; they are cold.
It's this day that is the hour and here we
Spare love and death if you will for the told
Prisms, those disciplined rainbows we see,

Ruse of a dressed up meeting they say porn
Esquire gentlemen are married, we say
Too many men are too rich, for the born
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© 2014 Laura Lynn


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Laura Lynn
Laura Lynn

Fairfax, VA



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