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Greetings and salutations
Fellow prose penners and sayers
We've been guest to a generous
 host of a jealous saint whose
Innermost little loves and
Hints of the most heinous hates
Have been left on plenty plates
For us to devour or just taste
When the hour is growing late,
Like, come on, you're not really reading this at 5 a.m., are you?
We's here to point out our deepest desires
100 inch projections
Of our needs
And acquireds
So we leave you with these words
That so far we've believed
Whether the messenger's been decieved
Or just tired
What we say is what is
We forge from the
Spirit fire
Hope you got opinions
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