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ecf coffeetable / words
spit
toward a button-shaped cloud
by d.b. hambling
skyboxy
blue-tipped the yellowday row-rows,
alarming fair gelsie, who murmured, "too far..."
too late! the grandoley lit firey, ka-woomph!
upending the neighboring mayorlee's car.
then boosh!
in a trince she was spit past the grounders,
a skoonch past the trellice toward a button-shaped cloud.
ho-wow! ho-wow!
look at skyboxy now!
then all one could see was her pinky-toned underbelly,
smiling like sweet rainbowed runny stuff...
"yum,"
sputtered lonnie,
knee-deep in mud,
"mm-yum."
spit
toward a button-shaped cloud
by d.b. hambling
c. 1996
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