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he’s banana skins
on footpaths on the sly

& the itching powder
in our restless underpants

he’s that jester’s hat
upon your eggy head

one side is green
& the other is red

he is the laughter
in the dogwood wood

knock, knock, knock
but no one is there – yeah

he is a puzzlesome
whiff in the air

the traffic light sprite
captain spanners

a sputtering machine
& the gum on your flip flops

the answers, my deer
are antlers on a postcard

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