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Shakespeare's Monkeys

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draw me in charcoal mountain tops
and shade muddy ice
lick my wounds
and spit my blood
punctuate me
like a leather bound journal
tie me to the red flag
the sherpa carried up for you
chant appreciation
to the beat of eastern winds
as my ashes blow away
and your voice fades in the snow
set God down into the clouds
and follow.
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