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6/17/18 1:12AM

I have hung so many things

on hooks in the woods

first of all

my hammock

and it’s creaking 

shroud

and dowdily I anguished 

geriatricly 

with cloven hooves abound

and devilish

cooks with

pies and a look

but the most groove

some would say

is found hangin on 

hooks in the woods

are the morbid sounds

of scotch going down

the fool’s sinatra’s 

heart

the color blue

and all it knew

was a shunt to release some

farts