gifts at rope's end, by C
my God, my God
i am the tenty-first century prince
of the exoskells,
the random killing of ants is no way to live,
Regardless and in spite of whether
neil armstrong found elephant tracs on the moon
... and and barely kept it to himself...
and i smash them ants with abandon
large- small -bilingual.
Neils transmission to command in regard to what he saw,
was captured and erased.
It was the only signal that was'nt a hoax...///end
















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Tenty FF
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