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there r those among us who r dining
on a 3-course meal ov coffee! dydrex!
weed! only every other morning
than tha Mardi Gras parade when
they turn the hours backward
and behave.
there r those among us who r looking
for a stack ov their own history
in cabins ov a ship that rides
affections that have tossed and
turned tha memory ov a life.
there r those among us who become
tha very people we r coming from...
And that is not a sin(!)(?)
there r those w/ flattened noses
foreheads feet and chests.
there r those among us who r wise
enough to be tha silent-type...
and yet they ring tha loudest!
Come my
enemies
that we may
even
mingle
lift each
other
under
par
And giggle
@ tha
tingle
like tha little girls we are
*In God’s
Image*
Herman prod
spread open! O!
tulips late
in May!
easy Rod tha Derby’s through and
done w/ all tha Barbie proteges
...
is it complete
before tha shadow
in tha shade?
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Poet
R. Thomas resides in Tennessee.