The congress of bodies
making love has an unusual
way of crossing interstate
lines. The power to tax
is the power to destroy
what is most holy.
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The windows of hell
open for the widow
whose dowry is devoured
by the oldest profession
of Nehor.  Eternal revenue
services the treasured
Mystery-of-the-Bed:

               You can skip
               the wedding supper
               and exchange
               money instead.

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