blank ears inverted cobs
it laughs
one end is like all
the others
you sell this as
fresh corn
i see your little
silk worms
i eat them to they
are sweeter
than all the wine in the whole
wide narrowly inverted world
you made me watch
blindly
pounding seedless grapes
as i listen to the Rossington Collins band..
play Tom Petty....
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