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penned upon a wednesday
in your milkman’s mausoleum

written with squiddy ink
but no roadkill blood

possibly alt-clerihue
or confused haiku

garbled like a rewilded
gardener’s tongue

padded in places
mainly a-4 lined

nothing of note, nope
only notation

just the shapes of apes
yet may may contain

nuts & yet september
is the best month for it

before the hedgerows do
one like this poem

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