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Kemah Bob

Kemah Bob

The chime-chirp glint in your talk

pep-drawling, through my grit-clogged Samsung speaker

 

like a wise blue hedgehog with salacious 

pips and chings of playground secrets

 

makes my covid swab a shade less eye-popping.

My cobbled, shapeless day seem masterful.

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