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Feb 2013
Put duct tape over your mouth
before you go south.

Be something you didn’t even pick.
Just stick
your finger down your throat.

Oh, don’t forget the moat
around your fragile castle--
Made from mud
sud up your hair
with pretty pink soap.

Trip down the slippery *****.
Hey, if only you could cope
with the meaning
of all the jellyfish trapped behind the glass.
Ann Beaver
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Ann Beaver
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   Jasmine Marie
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