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Jan 2015
I've got three lizards
living without any names.
While it's hot and dry.

You've got thirty days;
You live in Alaska, friend.
Where do I begin?

See, I have got three
tiny green men following
my shadow all day.

When it's dark and damp
well, they won't tell me their names
they just crawl away.

Living in the snow
well, it doesn't make any sense.
Where do lizards go?
S K Garcia
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S K Garcia  Chicago
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