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THE ROOT TO HEEL IS PEEVED WITH GHOUL INTESTINES

 

Absurdity is a hammer made of jaguars. Because everything is always on the edge of becoming something else I can easily topple empires of meaning with a fatal wink. Too mack a lunge starry shirt, the airily bard caches the warm. Act shuns spank herder thin wards. Don’t link a gaff hearse in the moth because Jurassic teams call fir Jurassic mashers. Every clod haze a sylvan leaning. Knave err bait the hound that fades Yule. Wince you get dune to brace talks, it tax too two tingle. Win it reigns eat poors. The bagger thee ear the hoarder thee full. Roam was knot belt in a die. Lest but knot lease: where yore art on year sieve. A puncture spunks a thaw sand weirds.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I promise

not to read

any poems.

If you come

to my poetry

reading...

Pick Me.

I got THE plum dittyS

for your ass.

No Way, Bro.

Pick me I got 

thAT dope jellY.

I mean jam.

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