Poem: Parks, Recreation | brutmystik's Blog
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Parks, Recreation:
All unchecked powers- Oh the movement that would be Stilled and into a Burning sanctuary turned!
Promised land is where You kill to keep it. Think of Hidden drugs, ready this hour.
Prance to pain, money Written on tuneless music Welcome a shank in.
The traveling mind- Years of no shade I could find. I went to the park,
In case you are looking.
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