Ichobod Racecar (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp
Let's discuss for a minute
A future of noise,
Of banging and clanging and ridiculous Toys,
Let's discuss for a second a beautiful Crescent--
Moon shiver sliver on the tip of my finger,
Dolloping like the doves do(n't) on sour cream and whiskers.
Of a cylindrical mave, an enclave of onion dust:
A future where the river must cling to it's Gypsy heritage.
Or "Romani" as they call themselves. Please research more their
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