The Man Whom Stoled

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He snatched up thief hands, like a body snatching fat;

and just like good tires, his fingers were to slash-

remorse, is as faceless envy;

good shoulders patted twice, the grin of enemies…

And just like a sword, greedy off of blood;

a knight holds Excalibur, like a rifle for Elmer Thud;

shot down is hope, in the name of the thief’s soul-

Copyrightcopyright April 14, 2014

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