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On a brighter note, the hole won't fit the key.
Still his swivels row this boat that floats upon her sea.
"Will I see you tomorrow? Mrs…?"
"Will you love me tonight?"
The witches are in stitches at the sight.
It gives one reason to pause
Beyond the natural laws, the truth isn't truth until it's
chewed and spit by the marble jaws
First you're trapped within and then you're left without.
One-second emotion, endless doubt.
It hasn't rained in years. You pop a quarter in the mirror
and rub your back against the fog.
This itch it took you by surprise. Hand over your eyes,
you shake the tree of wooden clogs.
Grandma blankly laughs, "I swear I was born today."
But the muscles remember and the photographs betray.
Even the best of wines is best before 9 days have run out.
I second that emotion: endless doubt.
But where are your wounds, my son? Where are your bruises?
Every time you bet, somewhere somebody loses.
And any way you spin the spokes,
this cigarette won't suck back smoke.
So hand over your eyes, let me watch the sun explode!
Sweep me under the rug.
Put my head on a jug.
Glue my legs to my skirt.
Stitch me into the patchwork.