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Imagine the Three Toed Sloth Before He Lost the First Two.

I made an omlette so soft and noble that no one ever ate it So I had to throw  it in the compost I ate it a year later. ---- No editing No writing No wandering No sense of loss No sense of labor The toucan finds  the heart of darkness fruity and fun filled. The rabbit is once again denied. The leprachaun is taken  out and persecuted. The Captain has lost his crew What't new with you? edit  write wander. ------  

Poems from the Past

I wanted to write a poem using the word Crusteacean.  Ta Da! I didn't say it needed to be good. ---- Oh lobster. Oh lobster.  Your buttery goodness is manafest in your saucy tongue. ---- The Back of the Comic Can you draw me? Can you fill me in? Dissect me? Infect me? See through me - around me. Can you draw me? ---- I wrote a note to Braughdigan He never read it. He's dead. I think. ---- I will read a poem to a co-worker. They won't get it. Neither will I. Coffee will get colder.        part one I will read a poem to a baby. He will look at me as if I were a fruit cake. He's never seen a fruit cake - He's a baby'        part two I will read a poem and realize that I've gone too far with a concept that can't support more than three parts.        part three I will read a poem to myself and note that I've intentionally left some blank space      for comedy. Then I will realize that the joke doesn't work i...