Impeccable - Poem by David Kowalczyk
This word contains
thirty-two pristine, pearly teeth.
It purrs when spoken,
and smiles and winks.
Flash bulbs erupt
as it streaks across the stratosphere.
The most popular word in California,
it can make the truth become the rain.
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