…righteous folly.
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Go down always face down the hall,
This dawn displays holy sun rays of smoke
And on the just rightly out-of-tune upright bass
My at-rest in peace bare-chested Daddy
Just barely jazzin up most all of a
New England Protestant hymnal
Same as those Ones his mother, Grace
Sang softly over &…
G.R. MELVIN
