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Toothpick

Posted to Action Poetry




Green gravel has only a limited prince gift,
London crossed the road and I saw it;
Break for a noise like the Lord.

A conversation with Nancy displays origins,
The full story is flexible too;
One consequence is the worm.

Silence simple understood mahogany rain,
I used to wake up having spoken;
You'll also learn books aren't real.