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tiny foldable ditties ( seittid elbadlof ynit )
…
sing a song of epics stunted
written by a flea with glee
spittle spurts of verses blunted
penned or pencilled spidery
scribbles tucked within a pocket
kissing keys & chiming there
rhymes inside a little locket
nestled with the pubic hair
of a lover or a stranger
or beneath a dunce’s cap
musicals on scraps of paper
crumpled odes that overlap
not a novel or a cycle
not a sonnet – spank the lord
just the custard of a trifle
– this is where the treasure’s stored
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