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By Phil Rosie Gioldasis
Lifelike air conditioned heads unconformed.
Cool zephyrs like james dean east of eden.
Traveling jet like a blimpie sandwich 777.
God telling us the narrow commercial path.
Fat barrel of jolly bubble and baby wine.
Oscillating fans consumed of will an want.
Blinking signs of regular sunday crowds.
And of oral prayers of italian specials.
That is not a sandwich like a filly aware.
Flying through the air assault of my prayer.
Were did it get its wings like heavenly angels.
Genius very smartly jaws consume hidden mystery.
Shame of the animalistic instinct hides aphonia.
Like sand castle virtues are swept away.
Mute like one of the pope of greenwich village.
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