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Saturday, November 26

I'm a why pasted man

why are the oceans read? and
the grasses green?

if the why-fors married the where-abouts?

what if the howdidodies hitched with the howyadoings?

and then what if they all played football together
on ice and with squids instead of footballs
like detroit burning down around our heads
visions of sugar plump faries dancing on flagpoles

whatever happened to flags going to tattters?

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