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She rubs his nose so well

and the coyotes don’t notice

when his eyes begin to swell

and her lips give a nice kiss

the animals prance in circle

until he imagines a new miss

and travels in time like Steve Urkel

where there’s a future of diplomacy

governed by Angela Merkel

not knowing about the lack  privacy,

wolves watching how it’s burning in hell,

coyote’s chomping at sulfur fantasy.

 

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