Uncommitted
Unbound
Chaptered off
Lightly
The center folds
One wrong
Might right
The arrow
Degree
To kill the
Job of Vision
Unhabit
You wimpled
Maids
Sappers
Have shot
Their force
To report
Exhausted
Quaker guns
Call forth
Your fifths
For fits
Are sure
To fort
Investing
Seconds
Woe be it
That this
Is this
In stead
Of that
Which parries
One
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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