THE letter T looks just like a cross,
and tabitha yells, take that pious shit
some where eles, still the peaple need
a ceremony or two, to keep them quiet,
these idols have no voise, just shape,
and they live on strait street, and
cornelius yells, you pious peaple make
me sick, still the night gets its due, if not
from you, then me, where you from man,
joppa, and you, troas, and you, samothrace,
and you, , , , NJ, , , ,

DAVID GERARDINO

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