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Some poems (Other) by INTRANSIT Some poems
get stuck in the fallopian tubes.
Some spend
their entire lives in the I.C.U.
But some,
very few, slide right on out
and through
their swaddling cloth
grab the 'scope, assert:
"Hiya Doc ! How are you ?"
Snap the nurse on her wazoo
and declare:
"See ya suckers! I'm off to the Louvre"
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