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Apr 2016
Yellow of buttercup matches your eyes
It hurts to understand how
My dog has no fleas, but scratches a lot
If I can't bust through quantum equations,
I'll melt into the pavement
A shadow of Hiroshima
These sneakers have so many holes
Grass tickles my toes through my soles
I want to eat something other than fish sticks
Doggerel entities all about
I can see the smelly creek evaporate
It smells like dead things lying below
Iran will build its bomb
PJ Poesy
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