[34]“Putting You Through Now, Caller.” (31), Christopher Barnes

“Stop-off a daytide, two.
The pleadings’ll be a hootchy-kootchy carnival.
Need to tally what’s delivered.
You’ll reap fruits, a Sunday all month.
Let the to-do bubble.”

“A glary cockcrow.
Even death row sighed.”

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