Step light take small breaths—
Beneath your tread
Another one dead
Murderous soul upon their head
Small breaths veiled
Lest thousands inhaled
Into soft mucoid walls be they impaled.
"Ordinarily too, I am not a guy who goes ga-ga on lamping a babe, even though, like this one, she makes it appear that other gals run on gas and she's an all-electric. From the novel Slab Happy, Richard S.Prather, 1958 That's the source, now plug into some poetry . a.m. ALL WRITING ON THIS PAGE COPYRIGHT PROTECTED & CANNOT BE USED WITHOUT PERMISSION.
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