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Sep 16
Ode to our 101
As olden
My crate is bothered
Again in milks nestle
Tiler of salt and creek
Abrupts the smitten teaks
So hardened in Finnish
Carved as turnip
Young gentle artisan and I
His trolley rails
From gentle Oranges County
Hearing days labor in his tide
Ventura he sails
Bringing floors tapping
And in Santa Monica his best hides
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025

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Blackface Jaime and Mr Downey

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Besides, being disobedient songs hear us too

It may come and go
Crops do what we won't
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Irish slaves have blues friends?

Some Easters Black people run for Christ
By sitting on the treasure
And white people?
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kevin  44/M/california
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