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Lauren Lauren

Crops rotate
Do you?
Or simmer in
Your mold
The smell of old
Sitting at
your front
Door
Scratching to get in

If he does what he is told
Where is the fun
in that
And the Voice
Of your
Mother
Father
God
Stop

Too Odd

No

That’s
The non-conforming
shoe
More like no
shoe
Toes wiggle
Touch the S
and
Looking for your
Land
The Land
You’ll call
Home