Nothing is flatter
Than pancake batter
Under a school bus
At sixty below.
That’s what I thought
‘Til I read your poetry.
Now batter looks better,
And that’s how things go.
Nothing is flatter
Than pancake batter
Under a school bus
At sixty below.
That’s what I thought
‘Til I read your poetry.
Now batter looks better,
And that’s how things go.
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