The Jester RictusA Poem by Sean EddingfieldThere once was a jester called Rictus... With a big rusty knife he stick'd us. He cooked us with spice... and a nice side of rice. Then out of his teeth he pick'd us. © 2009 Sean EddingfieldReviews
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Added on February 3, 2009AuthorSean EddingfieldOKAboutTowering heights and abysmal depths and a litte of the life in between... but mostly... mosty... of what I speak is of those who are unseen... But save some fear to hold onto... you can't see them, b.. more..Writing
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