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Fifty-Two Pickup
under
control
all's well
in whole
never
better
to the
letter
what's this
mary ann
open up
worm can
I see
blonde curls
flying
squirrels
am I
insane?
or, just
a bird brain
wait, but
it's open/shut
one minute
wingnut
I'm in the
trenches
taking leave
of my senses
open eyes
light a candle
she flies
off the handle
feelings
linger
she gave me
the middle finger
a big
talker
off her
rocker
in trouble deep
losing sleep
counting
hallucinations
and sheep
twiddle
digits
fuss and
fidget
keep a
tight lip
take
another sip
or a
gulp
beat yourself
to a pulp
living
hell
I hope
it ends well
or maybe just
a hiccup
fifty-two
pickup
Copyright ©
David Crandall
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