Tonight

Shake a moody biker slaw.

Map a cookie laughing straw.

Walk a measly open day.

Make a mousy lacking ray.

Stopping lousy malleable inside.

Markers wiping rainbows tide.

Weaving loudly wrong is right.

Sticks will break my bones tonight.

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Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger

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