sportA Chapter by Robert Francis Callaci
mean, lean dancing to the matadors sword nostrils flaring, anger raging all this screaming, painful bleeding red to black, senseless slaughter instead of mourning, all applauding S**T © 2009 Robert Francis CallaciAuthor's Note
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Robert Francis CallaciPort Richey, FLAboutMy passion is writing- I've been writing a mythological tale on the many facets and faces of GOD- I've been a net poet for the past seventeen years- I'm a former admin at lit .org and active one (Patr.. more..Writing
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