HOW'S THAT?
The letter came down from the
chain-mail department, saying
'You don't know what I'm doing.'
And isn't it a pity?, I wanted
to add. Razor-sharp, and bristly,
like the head of a two-ton boar,
that's how I thought of my mind.
Once, anyway.
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Now, maybe more I just like to
perplex. Make people think twice,
say maybe, 'What did he just mean?'
If dead can rhyme with dread, can
not mean then rhyme with dream?
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