A violent yawn and a squishy kumpuat
[I've never tasted it]
Melting on my metaphorical tongue
And slipping down my dreams
Landing rather sloppily in my thoughts
And i giggle, for-
Once again-
My topless carrots and fossilized sighs
Are Outnumbered.
Well, that makes three of us
(My, what a grand total!)
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