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Poem 3666
This is poem three thoussnd sic hundred sixty-six:
the snake in the grass will find it. I hope it sitcks
and stones in his crawl and brings on constipation---
rather than stoop to his appropriation.
This poem is, by nature, an exexration,
tossed to his broken fangs for mastication.
Starward
An interesting number,
An interesting number, indeed.
here is poetry that doesn't always conform
galateus, arkayye, arqios,arquious, crypticbard, excalibard, wordweaver
Thank you for the comment. I
Thank you for the comment. I apologize for the typos in the poem, which I have corrected today: at the time I wrote it, I was very ill, and very frightened of my illness (having not yet gotten use to it), and I was an evey worse proofreader than I am now (lol).
Starward