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The Hollow Hoot of the Iron Owl
(Written on a graph paper napkin)
Around the 5th I know of.
Fake walk or schwa.
I feel like an average monster
without the suction cups.
Hoot of the winking sharm.
This cloud of chains.
A mirror Earth in my rear view.
One brain is missing.
It isn't funny.
A robotic crow is an English monster.
Snowflake Rooster is a wooden monster.
Morning is missing.
The wood hoof.
The spyglass aroma of tomorrow.
I call it black and make rainbows.
Toronto is a demanding village.
I can't happen all at once.
Darth Vader cookies.
The frog in Pampers.
2 comments:
This poem is easy to love. This poem is Bruce Patman in Sweet Valley High #5.
I don't understand what you mean. Can you explain?
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