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Killer Gap (Free verse) by T. Jonathron Remp
Row after row of cotton not to be easily forgotten. Perfectly designed pants, straps, suits and hats. Colors kaleidoscopic, tropic themes, handy pockets. No infantile clowns, cakes, ponies nor rockets. From cowlick to toes, man makes the clothes! I spin to my wife, the producer of life. Conceive, we must, make a baby out of dust! Conceive: So that we may put a baby in this sleeve! Just imagine these garments, running through our apartment Complimenting our cabinets and upholstery, O, Baby, get close to me! Bring me an heir, a crawling mannequin so fair! My dear, my dear, before you come into my lap, Be sure to open an account with Baby Gap

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