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By Jack Joseph Smith
Clensed
We could have as cauldrons
Wisked away all in wandering
Women and children are not adjustible,
only individgual agony makes men happy
A killing on the step of any country,
that places another mind above yours
If one should see the splendor
in madness
Then one must see the dignity
in eternity
This gift of fire same as sun
This increase of indenity with caustieness of soul
This vail worshiped, these bodies adored
Sodum cast amost us, sin with no sea, no shore
Hatered is easy when hurt, when not, it is a
politieal hardship, none has found a way, again
to see our daughters in love, for on all sides