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yonder the critics
blowing soapy bubbles

from their plastic pipes
in moth-eaten sweaters

fresh from their cellars
pot noodle noodles

stuck in their beards
& the men are just as bad

them of huffing broadsides
necking cans of tizer

snorting lemon sherbet
up their horsey nostrils

snarling like a snark
scowling under cloudbursts

unversed in oddness
but toddling on

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