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I got this from Anthropology
a raccoon built my fort
Therefore, I have a coon fort
not to be mistaken for a coon's fart
which can be a detestable thing
after it eats corn
Well, the shadow we saw from the tent
the blackest of crows walking on its beak
This may be the canceling of your show.
I'm feeling the respect I don't have for others
Memory is an over-rated bed fellow
guffaws and gad flies adorn these pages
Then I won't read this one to you
since you are angry at me for your memory
or my lack of sympathy for my own lacks
We shutter with exhaustion
I hate the rank and file of being a child
My folding chair is launched down the stairs
in your dead church
where the priest is also dead
inside