such dogs I don't even know where to begin,
an effortless maze of marching fruit,
a beast of ignoble high chairs.
where did Jeff get these dogs?
varicose vein almanacs, no doubt.
this is all such sure-fire penny-wisdoms,
I can't believe some fresh tumor
won't lurch out of my knapsack
green-blue with penciled-in vegan-goons/
The butter of days on a 90s playlist.
Or not.
Waspy hands.
Somewhere in there.
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