
I run with Edward Scissorhands
>>>>>
a paper without rock…
and Wet old Willie
makes me frilly
curling my card stock,
while timing out
< releases <<<<<
a second rule: 2
the grimace made
from glut & paste
sticks my face like
. glue .
I displace so well with
others
(though)
a spilling MILF in tears…
a bundled bunch
of out to lunch
a pretzel–side of fear.
©Karen Robiscoe
June 3, 2015 





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