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Thursday, June 21, 2018
blot 8
Our animal metronome tocktalk
Pulled nether-hither willy nilly
Minerals in marrow
Our deciders, bends minds toward
Dusk merganser dives
After shimmers elusive
Sun fleshed scales
Far under outboard motor choppers
The oblique towrope hitching photosynthesis
Like a pet in reverse
Led to not blotgood,
good blooms to
Later flourish whatnot
Glances at the wrist the wrest (the rest
Angels grapple)
caeleno storms off,
Amobeas and tardegrades dance
A no leggy polka
We learned back in pre drool
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