Between It

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Simple sorrys bring back memories.
Sticks and things hover merrily.
Lewd tarantulas circumnavigate
Around seven long bottoms.

How danger came to high hill callers
Is a mystery to all the fathers.
Rings and strings attached at the belt rings.
Heaven happy tantalizing creatures

Crawl upward to the strange roofs.
Loud cooks cover capstones
On top of killjoy seekers.
Guessing only makes it sweeter.

Pillow hankies quiet down cannot dives,
But noose nappers clean apple boobs.
Sinking salmon cloud kick start Angels,
During duck queens ordered to run.

Whacking wolves wear underoos lots,
Then teepee larges leak lame diagonals.
Reading aloud to buried surgeries
Quite due for tricks beneath hell holes.

Long dainty mellow bunks prove all in.
Bellows squeeze quarter rains around
Willows wiping weed walkers waving.
Weaving wheel medium mouse quacks.

Quiver lame rudder clicks brokering
Bitter bickering brought belly mutts.
Mouths maybe much quills liking.
Lint orbs making marks between it.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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