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I am a changed blonde frog,
crawfish eyes on a turkey burger
in lofty pine-lit air, bulbed surroundings
singing for the chair in which I will never sit
threshold upon threshold the fathomed world closes
my realm is a stark tongue stuck
on warbler's peak out of reach
of the jailman, the clerk snailman
and the phallic brontosaur, my favorite.