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Oct 2016
inside Elvis’
digital pompadour
there’s a
constitutional oligarchy
and a harelip
and
you watch
from the corner of
your eye
as he scratches
deep inside there
and sniffs at his
fingertips
and
turns to his
girl and says
how it’s
oh so redolent
of the eggs
of silverfish
and that Evel Knievel’s
cologne
was never
so sweet
SkinlessFrank
Written by
SkinlessFrank  glen sutton, qebec
(glen sutton, qebec)   
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   Emily B and Rhet Toombs
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