C
twilight turnips stare at under stones,
ankled down in sordid clusters,
grouped by bilingual apparitions
with no respect for windshield wipers.
O
fables asked in department stores,
while she danced with green sparrows
and lost her innocence under its thumb
F
it doesn't matter in the grand finals
scheme of duality's twisted gnawings
F
ears kept on the horizon
and one eye on the pedal
E
i
do dahdo dah
E
i oh
five miles long

forbity torbit

ratchelet ankalop twiddly

ahhhh


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