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Then what is the sleeve? (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp
He keeps rain laden guilt on the subway tilt
And that's no way to treat a gefilt-
e Fish
Blue Fish
Run to the sleeve: Can it be done?
Running to something that now is undone (From the rest of the shirt)?
Recommended allegory for "shirt": Life.
Leif. Erikson. Discovered the wonders of Bears and Sin (North American)
Let the 42 degree-colored bow made through rain point the way
To the gold pot of Cain-
The flesh-covered oven hovered as I sat
And watched as they pried the g from the front of the gnat
I'm hot
Listen to the cable cars drop
One by one from the top of the Rock-
A nickname for the now defunct prison Alcatraz.*
*You really ought to have already known this.
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