You know what cures
a mind like a sieve
a case of the dumb-ass
having a bird
in your own big mouth
for a brain a nerve
the bone is the tumor’s problem
a chipped shoulder
go soak yourself
haywire
today I would like to drive you
through hilly country
where I used to live
rivers and valleys
no ice age ever smeared.
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