My little flying doggy on the beach this AM after I pulled out the following two strophes reaching on cryptic legs that seem unlike doggy's but rather mired in quicksand, a destiny like that of a dump.
Well anonymous schmonymous
I'll not have strange minds
asking my dimwit a dime
when we've not the time.
Though talent unfurled in you
reminds me to curl the torrent
before I ride that broncness
and what snakeyes mean.
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