donate some more american pie,
turn out, top-shelf, reward of pliny.
rear up and spear, spoon and sprout.
and soon send several suppers weekly.
she knew there was something wrong with the elders –
kids hidden in the men of yesterday’s pages,
spoke of weal, sopping papers, misbehaviour.
put up the hunt was the trick to remain.
be born, come again. keep turning.
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“kids hiding in the men of yesterday’s pages” dig it much, nickreeves.
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