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Jan 2013
Thanks for licensing     your wet name
Like a spoon against a bitten cheek

to take your vanilla trophy
and      pop it back in :

Your crowd of hairs,
tinsel with limited light

and hoard of little comprehension,

Ma'am, sweet goes your calves
and fish tail swinging back in glee :

Tell me of tomorrow,
please.
Misnomer
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Misnomer
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     spysgrandson, ---, ---, ---, Irving MacPherson and 1 other
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