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July 27, 2013
Rounding the corner of plans
in regard to that southward trip,
Davey purged his glands
and struggled to get a grip.

Now granted, supplanted
his whole life spanning,
though his life somewhat placid
his gland for planning
had become severely flaccid.

Meanwhile, stack at the branch,
Whupsteen had seen a ‘No Trespassing’ sign
where he had been.
He destroyed it,
then snorted the following stanzas,
showing his true livid colors:

”Trespassin’, my ass!”
He yelled in a snit.
”On that anal dude’s grass
I just let the dogs shit!
Don’t care what comes to pass
and away I will flit!”