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--- C R A L A N K E L D E R headspins for Clark and Crispin The Point of the Story Is that there's a man from eastern parts who, when slit open, incised, will issue poems occasionally a blackbird, a red winged blackbird black as tea one of many, they swiftly flit, coursing through his veins some people say it's good some don't know what to say, some demur, suspecting cool and hard when nobody's looking his head probably spins, like an owl's his head turning, with thoughts of peacocks and guinea fowl His wife is one helluva broad, a gameskeeper who migrates his wife eats mice she polkas she can't cook for shit and she's standing just over there waiting for spring or one peep out of you |
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