Poems from i98-978J78IK
emotional n physical recovery
now I pro visional null leerobbed me, thus aye recapitulate i.e. mending from woeful fare thee well...
Up until i entered six grade (at Henry Kline elementary -
a one classroom per grade - school)
classmates bullied, derided, and feigned...
Hard vulcanized rubber imaginatively winced
with Cheshire cat grin evoking y'haul
as a boy, the toy troll
illusory virtuous vibrancy...
Armageddon wold be an amazing boon
to accompany ourselves amidst others in rubble strewn cocoon
or perchance an arid extra dry spell...
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