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My Poems run on Clean Fuel Energy.

Dipthongs, assonance, Lines of Prosody

that take the Curves of Language==run it straight==

a Bridge, a Stanza, Hurry Up. It's short

by one Beat. Re-arrange it. Make it fit.

Sound, Race to the end of the Line High Speed.

Or cruise thine Circumference silken let-

ters. Oh my! you are of Richest Thread count.

See you shine you shine you shine you shine you

are Mine, my reader, please don't you desert

me ever Again.  I have no toxic 

Waste. No ThumbPrint. I am the Essence Oil

No Fossil fuels are consumed Son Mis Words
organically grown Edible petals.