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Friday, December 06, 2013

hangling

What's dangling is
   I sing-song to the yellow spider
hangling, upside down  I sing-song
   to the fellow  Follow me, and he follows
He slides on his spinners,
   impossibly thin, with a hunger that shines
from many eyes  I'll sing-song him
   back to dangle, entangled
hanglings, in our is
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