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May 2019
Horror grows on moons too fond of blow,
Pythons snort snow ponds God forgot to flood.
Grow strong worthy worms,
tooth rot won’t stop clocks slowly, so floss.
Knock on wood, soft looks bloom soon,
Months go on so.
Look, hold form,
Noon folds to gloom,
Moon stoops down, blow looms
On loony snoot.
A poem composed with only the vowel 'O' in the spirit of the OULIPO.
Dirt Witch
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