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Apr 2011
Do I dare disturb the universe;
this mellow sun warmed rock
upon which you sit
green scaly lizard,
teeny puke green dragon.
I'll bash you with a cactus,
rip off its skin and scratch you,
but squeeze the honeydew insides
into my desert dry mouth.
Erin Doyle
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Erin Doyle
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   Kiara McNeil
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