ah, that poem! See you’re chasing me
through the hall and I carry my
poem in my mouth really it hurts
my tongue as I laugh and run and
try to catch my breath but as
I run holding my poem in my
mouth running I’m grabbing
chairs buffet table lectern
and tipping them over into
your path to slow you down
to impede your progress to
keep you away from
the poem I’m holding in my mouth
but another poem emerges
from the trail of disarray
I caused.
Read that one first….
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