And a poetry book can be what you want

You’re the king of the castle

You’re the litter of the runt

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Liquid leavening

shooting it up

Like Walthers blazing

through caramel apples

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I’m a psychic

I know what you’re thinking all of the time

You hate me don’t even lie

You’re like the moon

Bold-faced and brazen

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You were sweet like a summer breeze

Lavender skies and lily leaves

Waters turned to a softer peach

Bringing burns to memory

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Bush beating is my favorite game

How far around can I play

Never living life on a straightaway

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