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--- L I N H D I N H A bath every five days. A mouth wash. Soot all over the body will help to restore The natural color. Lumps of coal around the ass. The eyes are weird. They're not quite real. The cunnings they possess are the cunnings of squirrels: Amateurish, pathetic, deserving of a bullet. This brain is a repository of insults it will not forget. This brain is worth less than a cauliflower. This lolling tongue can recite half a poem And sing in one language. These teeth will sever, Unprovoked. |
© crossconnect 1995-1998
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published in association with the
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university of pennsylvania
kelly writers house
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