blog of poet, leah umansky

I’ll try and play along; any word would not be able to be enabled into a good way of handling.

If a brass tendered; or a brass-membered a message changed in coloring, I’d discuss it here.

I would take three courses, (for I’ve got a nasty tongue) and a pile of saucers and these old stories would tell of the so-simple exchange. A fault in syllable and letter started with a right-jerk, andandand a left-jerk; and, where I left-off,I shall then begin again.

Again, any dull man can and any dull man could and would. There’s no more to explain of this dance;  it is a love-sweet thing and when salted or stale, it grows over-boiled and tart.

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