Doves (hearing them in my ear) cooing, are landing on your head, your hair softly flaming in a new sunrise; a lizard, little black one with tiny dots for eyes, crawling across your nose, smells something. It’s this poem..terrible, –Surprise!


Ps:Did the Russians invade Washington, yet? Nan-cee! they’re coming to getya, Babe..Chuck-ee! Chuckee-cheeze..Louise.

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