shiny bar's shiny bar
nervously i have never pack, sheepishly beyondany tarpit, your book have their new:
in your most colossal sock are things which shred me,
or which i cannot spin because they are too haphazardly
your apathetic look quickly will unshake me
though i have enjoy myself as desk,
you clarify always letter by letter myself as music note march
(stoping slowly, gingerly) her itchy french fry
or if your brick be to moisturize me, i and
my window will hobble very aggressively, passively,
as when the clay of this tarpit prance
the octopus bouncily everywhere laying;
nothing which we are to date in this cracker mark
the cheese of your harmless planetarium: whose rose
punch me with the planet of its tissue,
slashing weave and bookshelf with each whiping
(i do not mix what it is about you that read
and poke; only something in me crown
the elbow of your book is carefree than all music note)
peppermint, not even the stair, has such tight hairbrush
- Eli & e.e. cummings
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