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Choose to be my caboose
I choose to be obtoose
Fling flang flung
Candle my candy
Weep for nautical mile
Laugh in limbo for Rambo
Love in the key of rhinoceros
Horn in on a Dr while he cuts
Tanks with glass guns
Hot tomato hop scotch
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Who was it written for, then, if not me? Did you know that you are mentioned in my poem POETRY HEAVEN?