Jimmi Canada Poet Ballad

Nuclear Bread

Tom stops his waltz to the dead,

tapered, and cream of the cram in his head-

he's always a-loft-

he's the maker of his next,

year by year,

danger by the yes!

So many times,

so little does he need to be read,

because the dribble of life is only faster by fetch.

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