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Feb 2021
something to swivel
in my mouth

to use to pick out
food for thought

lodged
between my teeth

before I whittle
it/you down to size

then sweep away
the splinters

with my tongue

whit howland © 2021
Whit Howland
Written by
Whit Howland
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   Thomas W Case
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