SHams, I ain't gots no poems today, shams, but
I has got me an ache that itches and throbs.
I'll tell you about the coincidence, or
better put co -in -side-ance, or maybe
co-ink-a-dance.
But for a moment, there was a hope,
that was dashed with
the quiet
echoing of my feet,
in the hall.
are echoes quiet?
are empty halls?
I swear I wasn't hearing things.
But then again, there are
these parallel worlds.
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