The Cone Cozy 
How the dots of light, in orange
I have no idea.
It scrounged around the central smile
With distinguished wine and beer.
No chance, just change blossomed.
Home on the range
Opened a can after a fire.
This boy would write himself
Into the security program
Of a large company.
Paper Bit
What should be slates flow
With whatever lends growth
And spoons up the side of the bowl.
Your caravan was sponged
like the dual-purpose
freshness-safety tab,
So grab her long purse.
And bite, bite down
On roulette marvels under ground.
Please wear fringe and dance around,
With your modern bobcat.
Attempt At Erasing Stew
I was doing what I was told
For the woman I love.
Beyond that, I'm too old
And it's up to you.
But I can attest to
Chalk dust, piercing spirit,
Rabbit skin glue.
Let every man in the family
Munch out on a raw vidalia onion
In front of their children,
As long as there are children and
sweet onions.
But don't erase the stew.
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