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Mysticism.

Mysticism.

Poem By Frederick Boslough

Uri Geller
bend me a fork
so’s I may
eat round corners.
For I will meet
On the corner of the street
A comely maid
With dainty feet
And midnight eyes
And raven hair
And if without a glance
She will by me pass
I’ll cry aloud
Alack!
Alas!
And without turning
the corner I
could fork her
in the ass.

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god bless you Dear Frederick


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