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Mar 2012
worlds converge in a papercup
come, come you on the tambourine
me on the harmonica
let's make music without the adjectives
let's live on the jingle-jangle of coins
 
tara na! this pavement
is our carnegie; metaphors
sans adverbs -- no illusions, no fantasies.
you and me and this street --
dancing like gypsies on a prairie
 
later tonight, while the moon watches over
we'll upstage the stars
with **** adverbs & adjectives
John Ricafrente Pesebre
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