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mu (me) darest

a heckler hit me with a three-inch pickle.

it was no big dill.

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I sing the bawdy eclectic

fandangooey and mystic

applying a styptic

along the ecliptic

unhoping encounters be fistic.

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if mick jagger were a geologic unit of measure

he would be size mick.

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amazed that my friend avery

was spiceracked without reason,

i last-name him zing

and here is the thing:

to avery zing there’s a season.

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dudley moore had acne.

moore’s the pitty.

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call me mu

but not a cow,

for I love u

and y, and howe.

i wear the raggy ones and all

now look at me askance

i get the side-eye too a paul

ling cannot even glance

it’s only clothing but such loathing

low thing makes me dance

and what the hey it’s just a day

a boil we need not lance.