TWINKLING LIGHTS
twinkling lights strung along fencer rail decorations delight having held the hand of a hand no other hand ever before has held, has nothing to do with price of prime ham, or chased by a hog disgusted with prime ham being held in a hand. up to our necks in poetry, prose and leftover spaghetti from last night's supper. and poetry has finally come to this. does this make you want to cry or go take a piss? I cry while pissing. save yourselves! run!








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