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Hissing Pen

Which came first, the ova or the hen?
Where’s the leak?
Coming out this hissing pen that often gauges straight until put upon the page.

What’s its wage?
What week’s pay might you part with,
Straight dismiss, without profit seen for loftiness,
Baudy bliss in a crimson kiss that twisted past all reason and supplanted ethereality in the mist that hangs this season?

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