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goes the canary,
heavenly isotrope.
Lordy!
Wingéd lover,
devilthorned grouse.
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goes the canary.
The canary on my plate

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goes the stallion,
tubthumping, clubpumping.
Hoofbeats upon hoofbeats upon hoofbeets
cross the prairie, beneath native bottom,
beneath open sky, as bucked-off native yells.
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goes the stallion.
The scallion on my plate

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goes the old man.
Trapped in his
time machine.
It bore him,
Through the depression,
the war, the
other war, and
another war still.
Now it rests him.
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goes the old man.
The old man on my plate