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Poem

I had my plimsolls on, rolly polly.
Blocks turned and lanes slid and wobbled underneath.
I had a note, a block to reach, a reason, no socks. 
I smell feet. Lead thee with these, my nails? 
5 am, I awake at the desk with the lights still on.
This plimsoll got teeth, click bite softly. 
Tongue out.

Op hoop von zegen. 
More Ruth than Negan. 
Swing and a hit, 
Bosch and a dish. 
Sixteen candles, 
Carnauba knishes swim in the darkness.