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5d
The kids call
Hot dogs
GLIZZIES
These days
I wonder why
But I decided
Not to engage
With what might be
The description
On the
World Wide Web
Instead
I think
My own
Legend
I'll invent
Does the glaze
Glisten
And that's
What it is?
Or perhaps
Glissando
The smoothness
Of musical change
I don't want the answer
As it will surely
Fall short
Of
Greeze
Mustard
And onions
Not forgetting
The salt.
Written by
Jimmy silker
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