On saltine beaches, the leaches wriggle,
and the seagulls shriek through gum-stuck beaks.
3 whales beached over night.
In the feverheat of day, flies pick at their barnacles:
An exotic delicacy
for the shit-eaters.
On saltine beaches, the leaches wriggle, and the seagulls shriek through gum-stuck beaks. 3 whales beached over night. In the feverheat of day, flies pick at their barnacles: An exotic delicacy for the shit-eaters. |
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