Keeping track of the bubbles in my brain,
digging a hole for syryp on vinyl discs.
I can bite my air back in seance school,
but the little dog has a butter-coated bong.
Hat tricks, on the left silk screen pairs,
kneeling, wading pool sent US mail.
For just one second, Lenny Bruce
debunks atari, costing the race.
Please tell me what you think
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Strange but thats how you are!!!!!!!
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Weird and abstract indeed! Like the first line - I'm doing that a lot lately..... x deb
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This poem is amazing, with its quick pace and strange imagery... very fun to read. Great job.
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this is too special for me to comment on.
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