I Want
Some sort of magnet.
Some sort of bushel.
Some sort of worthless old coin.
Some sort of balloon.
Some sort of pickle I could be in.
Some sort of medicine.
I have a lightning busting, cannonball feeling.
Just like crossing the street to howl again.
Some sort of grave yard.
Could my gravestone already exist, just not engraved yet?
I want…
Some sort of cookie, grass clippings, garage door opener…
Ouch
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