Bob Who

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The underbelly of thought

When you’re taken from

Word to a sentence

Burnt weenies grillin

A combo

with a cherry champ

digression is

sometimes…….

Just enough

dust

To inhale

Finger nails

Showing

Signs of work

The knight road

His horse with

High Intentions

While the word

Sticks it’s head

Into the ground

The Ostrich Syndrome never works

To suffer

Is worst

Then

The cure

Eyes just

A buggin

And your

Face gone Red

The art of the

Apostrophe

Is only part…….

The rest comes

In time

When your face

Is slapped

That’s how

A poem is

The word

 

 

 

 

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