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Squawk
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Merry
Jumping down, I catch a clown,
Jumping all around.
My laundry list is full
Of cows and pigs and
Cosmopolitan issues.
Find a frown in a peaceful treaty,
A peaceful war, a peaceful hanky.
Close the door on a mighty lefty,
A cudgel friendly, a sifting bough.
Watch the TV, see a mouse run,
Down the hall, and into pizza.
Look at me, I’m a free bird.
Climb a tree, sing a melody.
Walk in circles, follow unanimously.
Run the race, a merry go round.
Stop in to see the sprinkler funny.
Wash your car and cover the town.
Listen to the cymbal crash in your ear.
That’s a merry lady!
Ace
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Eel
Walking away from oceans of taxicabs, that is my gift. Quickly, you swim under the igloo and tell a ghost story to the elders. Such a boon, a curse for a second, a barrel of mustard on your foot. The slipper surfs up. Weeding warps my lips. Raucous round eel excavation triumphs.
Echoes of a Silent Gift
Silent echoes ring in your ear.
The emptiness is mystifying.
One crumb, a feast for a family.
Rats crawl out of the cellar.
What is the path to warmth
On this chilly day?
A gift is given in some time and place,
Far away from the city.
Stars in the swirling sky
Shine hope to a lonely heart.
Is there yet love? He asks himself.
Ah, but how could this beautiful world exist
Without it?
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Little Things
As I strolled along the beaten path,
I thought of how a dinner roll
Might be the nasty thing to do the trick,
Or maybe some fried, breaded okra.
Do you see the harmony
In the little things in the cemetery?
Jump into my arms, just as the wave
Crashes upon the shore.
The tide is coming in, my dear,
So count your blessings for this year.
Gnarl
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