Clayton Haven

No Title

Fry cats aloud!
When you are digging you are flat
and when you swing there is no luster.
When hip ones are making it
there is no scene
and all is ooobladeee.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 17, 2006
Poem Edited: Thursday, September 16, 2010

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