Curry a new poem
with a wire brush
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toss vanity aside
when you dare to
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hit it two or more swipes
with the same scrub brush
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your mother kept the kitchen
clean with, drag with a fine tooth comb
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the kind she sought out nits
with when school was overrun
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the way ant hordes might come
yet, fire ants from Brazil�s� interior
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Amazon bone-dry
old wells besieged
Tom Sheehan