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Christine walked by with a pear and apple,
Saying, “I need one more, so I can juggle.”
“You can juggle two,” I told her, “with one hand.”
And I thought of fruit falling, and then a name for a band,
In my game of ‘randomly name a band:’ Bruised Fruit.
With the name, Bruised Fruit, I go to Annemarie:
“Hey, Annemarie, I have a great name for a band.”
And I notice Tina missing. “I wanna tell Tina, too.”
Hey, even better: I Wanna Tell Tina, Too.
Is this crazy? Is this what poets do?
And what would you think of this by the time it gets to you?
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