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[ NaPo 2017 ] Children Of The Corn Cob
It's macabre, I know
but children of the corn
cob really do grow
in the great state of
Nebraska
And when you are
wandering in the maize,
they pop out in scary ways
too terrible to mention
I doubt you would tell me;
I sense your apprehension
Though I've heard
from a crowing blackbird
that its similar to the Baby Jesus
emerging from that cave he lived in
doing an Ally McBeal baby dance for us
and seeing his shadow, predicting
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