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A Brand New Year is Born
Another year is passing soon,
And we embrace the change.
That old year "1" has gave us none,
But brokenness and pain.
His greediness has drained us all,
We've no money left to speak.
Its time to take what should be ours,
Take back our money,
Steal his teeth!
With his passing comes a new,
His name is number "2."
He's bright and small but most of all,
He's gosh-darn, friggin cute.
Who knows what he will grow to be,
He's still a year in training.
Elections coming soon enough,
He's probably campaigning.
He has no mother nor a dad,
Just good ol' Uncle Sam.
We'll try to raise him big and strong,
So our country can still stand.
I wonder if you're enjoying
the curvature of her back.
The spine, a row of ossified crowns
crowded and curved around that defining neural superhighway;
that extension cord,
adventurously connecting the visceral
to the peripheral.
The horseshoe crab vertebrae
scuttle to break through skin at your touch;
a defining shiver.
I see your hands
around the rounded hills of her shoulders.
Scapulae jutting out with the extremity of the bend,
like a chicken's wings.
And the bands of these dorsal muscles
stand up like wings,
cast shadows in the dimples of the pelvis that she lifts;
that will fold o
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More