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Random First Lines:Dispersion of Light by Prisms. » Read
beside the nettles that scorched and stung me as a child
there grew a leaf they called a 'doc-leaf'
which rubbed on the weal , abated the pain..
There is always something equally curative beside each of our trials and tribulations .
but you've got to look..
Raw poetic boiling voices, bare-knuckled, no holds barred capable of bowel evisceration.