I Wish Sheep

Part I

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Part II

A few lines were enough
to squid, the tongue groping for more
than just deepness of words
or cheeks, split
the form into laces, make them
dance namelessly, make them
stitch those lines
naked
of any meaning,

the tongue said
- I wish sheep
still came to my meadow, but that's not

in- said the squid

and we all laughed!

Part III

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