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May 04, 2007 10:51

We are united in rhyming couplets.
People complain about the new crew of
Bugs by the river.
Our Cars could fly like they fly,
Over jets of tight air.

Where are the ones who would
Stand up against their Oppressors?
We are nightingales by their glow --
Golden and non-conforming.

Millipedes. Mushrooms. Melted Candles.
Feelings for wax, eccentric preferences.
Silly Spuddy Duv.
We peak out over pennies.
Concealed copper coinage. Glue
For this cracked ship.
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