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soiled leaves on the dirty
dirty ground
look hard for the lost & found
a house of painted pictures
---clowns!
that scream the hated verbs
& nouns.
but words can save &
words
can drown
picture-perfect all around
nothing gained by thorny
crowns
'cept horny thieves who think
aloud
but no more me.
such lovely love-sick crowds
abound
with every tic-tic-toc'ing
sound
i lay myself on the dirty
dirty ground