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Roadside Poetry

IF THESE WERE OLDER,

SIMPLER TIMES,

I’D STILL BE WRITING

CHEESY RHYMES.

BY DAY, BY NIGHT,

I’D TOIL AND SLAVE,

COMPOSING SIGNS

FOR BURMA-SHAVE.

 

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