I have a lemon pound cake
which i nibble like am a mouse
hiding in four corners of the room
and i chase with good gulf of juice
while am transforming my mind
into tiny letters for all of you to see
It reminds me when i was a kid
i have to have a raisin in my pocket
i found it necessary when i'm at school
makes my mind sears sky and beyond
i know of a poet that can't write without
a bottle on his side; he is a great one
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