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livret de l'op�rette avec pas de mots pour le bleu trompette de poche**

his penchant for pulchritude(aloo)has
been known
to make � �bloodhounds �cringe & cry
� � � � � �& regret their gnoses.....

mightyman in picklepan
preserved in such overmuch
pickling liquid,

squid'ink writing'pon deepsee g'fitti
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �walls, aslike
none them fcknlandlubbers know what a Great Poem
means, as if ConnieFrancis be singn just2me,pri
vately("You're My Everything") when thee ipod
plods
thru 17,ooo+ tunes & segues into Giueseppe Logan's
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � sacred
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �ESP
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �soothin'diss onance,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �& fall to bummer
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � hoboism of
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � NYCParksDept.garbage
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �cans'n
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � �newspapaper blankets....

okayokay, so I won't be The One to counterdick yr ass-
ertion that wee be ever in
� � � � � � � � � � � � �separated nonequal biospheres---

go'head on & have yOur day,
whilst me,
eye be
on �My �supposed �Way, &, / may it cum as No Surprise /

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dkzkpoom2014 �wit wit\ �foto by : dkzk(hisownself)>>>>>>
**"livret de l'op�rette avec pas de mots pour le bleu trompette de poche" = "libretto to operetta with no words for blue pocket trumpet"

Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX

(DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)

Published 24th Feb 2014

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Re: livret de l'op�rette avec pas de mots pour le bleu tromp

dartford (Paul S...)

24th Feb 2014 6:27pm

I'll sit in a cafe on my way home
to ponder this...but it won't be one
where jazzmen and poets once
gathered and it won't be cool...
it'll be a fug of bacon and people
odours and we'll all be strangers...