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PoemFungoid growths ring the bodyOf buckeye, while the cold snaps on.Growth is in corpulate decay;Out of the mulch, constant transformations.In a bed where someone once lay,Crack the spine’s hieroglyphs. In that absent warmth, goosefeathersCloud into shape shifters.Coronation laurels last a day,Then nobody remembers.[Disposable Poem December 3, 2011]Dr. Mike
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ReplyDeleteFungoid growths ring the body
Of buckeye, while the cold snaps on.
Growth is in corpulate decay;
Out of the mulch, constant transformations.
In a bed where someone once lay,
Crack the spine’s hieroglyphs.
In that absent warmth, goosefeathers
Cloud into shape shifters.
Coronation laurels last a day,
Then nobody remembers.
[Disposable Poem December 3, 2011]
Dr. Mike