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Observation of a stupéfait (Free verse) by Dental Panic

This afternoon lightning hit my freshly filled backtooth and suddenly I understood the leaves linguistics. The woods spoke Babylonic. Admit it: you've always been aware. It was in the air. The slander in the sediment. the stylish rustling rumour, the finely veined presumption. With a superhuman crack I closed my mouth and let my tongue bleed empty. Ow, what wit.

Dovina 1-Aug-05/8:39 AM
Some inconsistencies in punctuation:
leaves'
spoke.
rustling.
But what are you saying?





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