From the Hymns of Elvis Angel
Life flows past through steep pits and hollow groves wind blows past in weak fits and power blows one step
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Visions of the Crow
the pulse in me quickens as my heart gains momentum, my soles are worn from wandering with sack and cane
From the Diary of Plutus James
From The Diary of Plutus James …there is something that I refer to as sort of spiritual body, Some refer
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