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a poet in the city (Free verse) by Bill Z Bub

I heard God's wife panting beneath the winter weeds. But I couldn't see a thing. And some Flower, I could smell her I'm sure it was her that exotic purple scent. and a Lizard King eyeballed me as he waved his arms erratically, trying to sort out his multiple personality disorder. Further down, A Cranky Gentleman mumbled something about cigarettes and the moon and the proper way to drown. But nobody saw me, So I walked on into the city.

<{Baba^Yaga}> 10-Jan-03/8:03 PM
superb..you've won an ostrich legged hut.. and a life time supply of wigs and lipstick...God's wife is a ' serious' poet...not a weed eater.




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