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so Swift, that other shoe drop
my becoming anachronistic
as that opening line

as yesterday’s wear and tear
fashions threadbare the naked
truth of the second stroke(?)

or an endmost cosmic joke
a tee-hee of maybe baby, right damn now!
Or the cynical chortle of corporeal jest
while saving the best last laugh for a 3 a.m.
and thirty below, three feet of snow,
end of the show

So fitting for this expat southern boy


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