hear the cans go
alphabetical
cellars of soup
‘tho a bail no
covers no doors
when as sleep-in
as dozen aye sort
guessin’ knot sure
o’er wood so shored
not short ‘tho I am
she’ll know why
I’m off & against
my grain yes ma’am
upper floor’s take to
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ayaladn 
I consider this long lined poetry from you. I liked it very much. Much more than some of the stuff that got posted today.>KB
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enjoyed, but since my mind is momentarily in the gutter, took me odd places ….
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I meant to go oddly, ‘tho not off course, dear Eileen; what
are you doing down there? I’ve not given up the chase for
your curious word…travel with those ‘guys’, and remember,
if it’s new, you get to decide.
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