Dorothy's Toto's
Shadow hand-eye
-coordination
is the tornado
In my soul's
bird-call imitator:
Roar of the Lion,
Tin-drumming
Scaring the crows:
Village idiotique
Sheltered by
musical Nuance;
Steady diet iodine
Up to a Precipice,
or robust enough to
Revamp the itinerary.
Spritz and brash.
The day sees how
I've Loved
Then hightails it
to light up the night.
Pay no attention
To the writer
Behind this poem!
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