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By B.K. Date: 2004 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2004.06.13.23.05.29384]] |
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I almost cut the chord Trying to outrun the storm Twud have been an electrifying view I ate the last pickle While the garlic juice trickled Reading up on the latest bad news I watched my new flowered flip-flops Heard them pop the back of my heels Picked through lots of teeny tiny beads For swing position of great eye appeal I was reading some of my early poems They made me tear up laugh and sigh So Baby please bring some tissue when you come Cause I'll be having a pickle juice cry (c)bk |