Best Conniption Poems

So do you
swallow, adapted 
to aerial feeding,
feel that everywhere,
except in Antarctica,
If you just looked,
above the trees and 
turning your tiny
neck. 
The revolving 
wind, the door
painted chestnut
or old oak,
of all the tweets
you might have
tweeted, do tweet
of course, only 
when you are 
stationary, 
do you through
some kind...

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