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Apr 2015
don't read me a poem that rhymes
it rings too perfectly
the tuning fork of prose

but if you must to entertain and please
then speak to me in
asymmetries that pull me in

and let me fall into a rhythm
that i can croon to
move and sway for

do that, and we can play
Sloth
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Sloth
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   Arlo Disarray
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