IT WASN'T DEROGATORY
My deep friends line the mission
hall, handing out bread to any who
come. Girls with fifteen kids included.
Ivy Day, like James Joyce had it - a
family of rogue attendees. Watch your
head, they're flinging something at us.
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I like to skip subjects; to run around
the mulberry bush and look up skyward
high. I like to polish the other guy's car.
A regular chamois whammy, me.
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Another subject? Jeepers, you're never
satisfied. OK, I'll be flip. Impregnating
girls; I always enjoyed that bit. Nothing
bad was meant, don't get angry now.
How can we hear the echo if you first
won't let me yell?
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