"Mothballs In The Closet"
Shake a hand and I'll wiggle a toe.
Pull my pinkie and I'll blow your nose.
Do the knuckle shake with me.
High 10!
I drink numerous iced teas at the watering holes around town.
In a summer's day the rubber souls on my shoes get glued to the
hot pavement.
It's hard to walk without raising rubber.
Like Hubba Bubba's Gum bursted bubble stuck on someone's lips.
Metal chairs and tables attracted to the magnetic floor.
Doors stuck in the walls.
Ping pong balls being bounced in the halls.
Dogs sleep outside.
Wooden sticks in the ground support a tomato's vines.
By Jonathan Billet in a February frozen freeze.
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