Man, I Fold

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Man, I Fold

"Man, I Fold".
You an't got no chips.
Yo sides; backward , inside out.
You toungue; twisted like a pretzel.
Your nails; ridged like a saw.

Your family an't got no bread.
You said it your yourself, "They an't got no bread".
Wonder I said, "Cut your head off".
Would you be dead?

Would you sides split?
Cut you with a saw,
Like that Dawson Daw.
You an't got yo way.

You an't got to stay.

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Paulppaul’s Poems (5)

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