throw thrufare thru a thruway
yes fry your way
thru saturated May
i live Sunday
thru every Tuesday Wednesday Monday ...
yes Ms
i am no nerd
nor a tease
don't sneeze
at this allergic whiz
hey Ms
say cheese
i gave away my pants & shirt
i don't flirt
i don't squeeze
toilet paper in grocery stores
i'm a dude who adores
the dog food
barking
a perfect cube
i never understood
what the commotions are about
stoically letting pass the post-syndrome
of another saturday night
Wlodzimierz Holsztynski
© 1991-09-16
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