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Mar 2012
the spilling of gutsy gusto pends
to whatever the style may jaunt....
....with its walking cane of sermons
[a message i would never flaunt]

postage stamps with their letters pulled
across a tundra of stains;
some unlost refrains will gather stock
The human pangs gain it within their trace!

[with posted bills, or boasted pills,]
a lathering-up of the frock
so some suds get spilled in martyred frills
[but what if people talk?]

fine measurements roll, the tool and die men know,
straggling here for no reason.
[that which we've all known...
pregnant as swiftly drifting snow....
...] a plundered grab at some garment's seamstress.

the fashion forward sheet metal pleats on a skirted issue do make more sense
[yet how thick IS solid steel]
Written by
timothy harding
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