Curse Of The 7th Month Poem by Richard Lord

Curse Of The 7th Month

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Let the ghosts gnaw on your hearts,
sour and brittle,
for giving them this miser's feast:
cheapest paper coated with
the toxins of shock colors
and the twisted squares of honor.

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