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When you're feeling standard
I've placed a tricky prize underneath your armpit
Don't try to retrieve it
Hand is slapped away

Do not attempt to foil my plans
Just know it is there
Bashful, standing among you
Is it a thing? you ask
It might be.
Prizes are sometimes jolly things

Of course it's a thing!

Perhaps I'm lying
Like a wincing troll
In the door of Mount Everest

But do not inspect
A strange fool is wiser
Even the most cautious creature would not dare

Next time you're feeling standard
Remember my secret
But forget it is there


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The following comments are for "Lurking Nowhere"
by PeriwinkleMoses

Lurking Nowhere
imaginary prizes to stop us feeling standard... something about that appeals...

great sense of playfulness, surrealistic irreverence… also affection and shyness… here I know little but sense much… this poem just is, which works. thanks for this...

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: March 16, 2007 )





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