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Staccato Inspired
Friday, September 19, 2008
This Joint
There's no manner of speech, nor lineage,
Nor a smooth white cable knit sweater
Nor any clean cut mop atop your so well taught skull
That stays loyal to you, sir
When it confronts that ever brightening orange glow
and that ever distinctive odor emanating through your learned sigh.
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