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fools run the table running at the mouth always running at the mouth only tabling it while they beg their forgiveness less their keeping words in their fruitful teeth while the eyebrows lift and scowls form like reefs round hurt sick of this cruel form spitting hairs like drunks in bars calling steps like cats here steppie steppie come to my feet like the fool i cant imagine being Written January 8th, 2002 © on Jan 08 2002 01:36 PM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV 20 • 0 • 10
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"fools run the table running ..."