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Skyscrapers go well with a little balsamic.
That’s off the tip of my tongue although I’m somewhat nettled
I really can’t speak to my amphibious nature,
my marsh was drained for city-living. I am both blush and fray
I’m cool-doing-kitsch. Yeah, I’m the next big thing.
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Braille is best in powder form, stirred into a beverage
taken twice daily, or better yet fennel with rye connotations
baked into a wafer to be dissolved with hymns humming
equal signs. I confess, I’m sorry you don’t believe in religion.
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Coniferous grenades make for an excellent soup stock
especially when they are brought to you by thiiiiiiis
brand new 1961 Goldsboro B-52! At least we think so.
To the best of our abilities. We are all about veracity.
The tanlines speak for themselves, folks!
If I’m wrong the Carolina hustle will be the next dance craze.
Okay, let’s pull it back. Did I say dance? That’s not entirely accurate,
but don’t quote me. Just think of it this way,
3.8 megatons of eaaaasssssy listening.
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Amphitheaters have been shown to cause high blood pressure
according to Russian scientists. Which ones? Find out at the link shown below!
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Noel Wingard is a poet, artist, and published biophysicist. Her poems have been performed as interpretive dance internationally, exhibited at The Grotto, featured in Culture On the Line, as well as published in GROUND journal, Willows Wept Review, and Hail Muse! Etc. She is a two-time alum of the Ashbery Homeschool, a long-time member of The Virginia Center for the Book, and a member of Not-the-Rodeo Poets. She resides in the mid-Atlantic like an electron cloud.
