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Pilote 2 - Poem by DAVID GERARDINO

PILOTE, with two blazing pistols, and
a stiff drink called, politics, and
judas, hanging from a tree, forgive me
lord he cries, for it was the devel,
not me...and darkness fell on this
place, like the tears from the clouds,
and the blood from a lamb.

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  • (4/21/2006 1:08:00 PM)

    fellow poets, this was in one of my dreams, ................ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 21, 2006

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