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Poets Are Sitting In My Kitchen. Why Do These Poets Lie? Why Do Children Get Children And Did You Hear What It Said?

Sometimes The Soul Takes Pictures Of Things It Has Wished For, But Never Seen.

I Was Only Sitting Here In My White Study With The Awful Black Words Pushing Me Around.

Suddenly I'm Not Half The Girl I Used To Be. There's A Shadow Hanging Over Me . . . From Me To You Out Of My Electric Devil.

Then God Spoke To Me And Said: People Say Only Good Things About Christmas. If They Want To Say Something Bad, They Whisper.