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strike through or stick to

your gun there’s gum on a shoe

no carpets no caps

 

one fact that matters

when a bicycle flattens

cann’d pumpkin patches

 

don’t throw tomatoes

till the tornadoes touch down

wound up in rummage

twenty Silver Times

more of the old ones renew

magazine issues

 

flip through em’ry board

that’s not a fashion O dear

April’s more curly

 

the buds on the vine

remember I surely do

almost a tulip

how many loose links

no-1 maid-new a sand-witch

yellow mustard field

 

cowbells to foghorns

shooting stars haylodes draggin’

giants overalls

 

a wish that is true

in the blue bluer bluest

forth now well beyond

I’ll keep the T-shirts

of Astarte & Ishtar

for the good weather

 

‘tho the ant farmers

really too near a mothball

are lookin’ sluggish

 

I want a comet

a tiara for Amy

you call-up Emmy

who wedg’d a wood chair

to block the lock’d closet door

I cannot get out

 

for the meet and greet

but you do have nice clothes

and pretty moth balls

 

I’ll make a window

somehow in the west wall

and see you sundown