The Devine Entry Poem by chris bowen, a.k.a to wit

The Devine Entry



the sentry said its me.the exodus, jubilee.the pree, a beg a mount.the disease? the guesser.we west wing one and won, one.love the gun.fun makes it happen, all the caps and balls.TG&Y called.

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