WHAT AM I?
(quiz)
The glockenspiel goes home at nine
and all will be silent then. Ice only
breaks the glacier, and I will be
silent more. There's nothing in my
corduroy-denim, and that Pope
has stopped talking to me. Sure,
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I've got a handless pen that writes
fire, with flames that come down
the chute : I'm a comic, I'm a jester,
I'm a pen for hire, mute. And,
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fabulous is the fable-izer who makes
these quatrains up, but I want so much
more than that: I want a dollar in my
cup, I want gold-water in my coffee
mix, I want full payment for all I've
done. I'm a magician, out of tricks,
a marksman, with no gun.
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