Throw this plate of scraps to the wolves.
I want to fly on a copper dicussion to Ahaby.
Fling with all the haremite harpies.
When I get there, be sure I desquamate, just like this.
My records tell you nothing!
In this drawer, galaxies—maybe six.
In this drawer, de Soto at Mississip.

Brian Clements | Mudlark No. 28
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