the words of corn

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the words of corn are not oft wise
But there are
days   deep beneath the sun

kalamazoo is a friend of mine

where girls dance for new
boots and hOpe of romance, knee high
and suede, because leather
wears out and loses its shine

“uuh tango … tango hunny: get me
the flyswatter would you, and be a deer.”




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