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Crazy Concoctions
There’s a softness to prickly bristle
when it’s pickled in vinegary brine
there’s a dog’s bark that follows a whistle
where the turf and the earth combine
There’s an egg that floats high on the water
like an ark with the world closed inside
and in every mile and a quarter
there’s more than ten furlongs to ride
There’s a morning as dark as a tar brush
there’s an ant with an elephants tusk
there are tugs that pull liners from harbors
there are rats who smell strongly of musk
But of all the world’s strange combinations
baked Alasks’s the surprising extreme
those boiling cold ice cream sensations
when you can’t tell your laugh from your scream
© Johnmichael Simon
2007
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