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About This Poem
Whimsykills
Whimsy fluffs
cotton puffs,
candy-dandy
silly stuffs.
Tell it well,
letters swell.
Giant weeping,
silent, sleeping.
Prim and proper pithy words,
mousy little-bitty turds,
decompoem a faded tome,
send it to a nursing home.
Do headstones die?
Do wonders why?
Is what to learn
of no concern?
Silly stuffed
candy, dandy.
Cotton - puffed
whimsy...fluffed.
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