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hula hoop done got bloody
bring in the feckless row. make them stand in the back
near the pit. some choice smells will be wafting there.
hula hoop done got bloody today. and the cub scout
cannot find his switchblade. he left it somewhere
in inclimate weather. salvation claims it will still
get up enough bail to make it. i'm a bit scroungy
right now. i know you all want your checks to keep
coming, and the dinosaurs are going to truly
get extinct soon. which one of you wonder eyed
creatures can truly dance? the moon is entering
a strident phase, and the mailman keeps jamming
every fragile thing into one box. come in a little
closer, you feckless fools. i gotta love you all
as the teeth hone sharper. hula hoop done got
all bloody and here it was going to celebrate its
birthday. the dragon sure breathes esoteric fire.
bring your daughters up to the flames now. bring
your gleaming lunch boxes full of screams.You
all passed the point of no return once you fell.
Come on now. Let me see you smile. Yeah,
gotta keep smiling now.
---Scott Wannberg

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