I spew all these words at you, releasing them from bonking around up in my noggin causing a ruckus.
Be damned, I’m goingOn myDeathDrive. —- Mid-westMid-best You wereThe seasonsI hadn’tAccountedFor loving. My springsAnd mySummers. —- You are myroasted Corncobs & spicedElephant Ears, Who,Left toYour ownDevice, RefusedTo Forget WhatTheyHerd.
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