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OH Hell..now I’m just makin’ bad poems up…regards

CAMP camp is the summer camp for me
At seventy and a diget
A kick the bucket kick
drum tattoos thin stints
of wind sprints remembering
when, and if, that…then…this,

still pulses

CAMP camp
As if All Over!
Ain’t overripe enough

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