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On the spot free verse 5
Tremble. Trim bull.
Threaten the sky with oaths of rage.
Point out each cloud and marred by thunder.
Rain drops striking like blue sight dots.
Painted targets for a man on a trigger surge.
Tremble and sew the thimble.
Hide your secrets in the cashe-laden silk.
Don't look for anymore thoughts without a warrant.
Seek first the kingdom or watch as it steps down, sole foot.
Crazy highs and bloody torn wounds.
All the world trembling without a thought forward.
Fools can carve out smiles when
there's no one to care.
Creamed face glaring, peering, staring, reluctant
to give up the rights to prohibit.
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