The Unfairness Of Angels

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Press The Flesh

Press the flesh
And intermesh
Like different flavours
Of Human behaviours
Societies recipe
Of you and me
Revolutions and coups
A downfall of soups
Tasted from a silver spoon
And in the light of moon
The shadow shall rise
And you'll win a prize
A combined madness
Of laugher and sadness
Like a night out in Marrakesh
Where you'll, press the flesh.  

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Press The Flesh