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 Mar 2020 Chuck Kean
Betty H
I slip on the moss covered rocks
lift my droopy hair,
peer at a gentleman's green eyes
the color of a ripe olive.
Coming from the deep
Welling up in my throat
The acid from my
Bean, cheese and onion burrito
I wish I was a goat


By:  Evil Snarf and The ****** Poet
Alter ego writing duo. Ideas from Evil Snarf and The ****** Poet writes it down
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