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SOMEONE CRYING

The file folders are jumping up in a crowd
And I'm the President of Shoe Trees,
Blue cheese Easter falls on a Monday Monday
When we hold hands and fall aslant.

Someone is crying.

There is nothing
I can do to make this sound
Into a place setting,
A barroom muchachas exquisite for neaped
Fennel jogstrollers
The hoplites.

All the dogs are taking up thinking.

Biff, come widen the track-lighting.

P: error file not
Zebra-mandated.