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Jan 2019
The shapeless man-thing dangles
there for all to see.  
The air-**** is open waiting
but only hissing escapes tauntingly.  
Once people came
from far and wide to see him rise,
swollen and throbbing as  he moved in and out
slippery as French condoms.
He rose above them tethered in
that fifty person ****
that took place in the street.

Alas old age has done him in,
even heroes must surrender to a new generation.
Now Goku the giant is supreme
and Superman is deflated,
he'll never fly again in the
Macy's Day Parade.
patty m
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