SECOND OR THIRD GENERATION
My engine wasn't the public school. It was
A private infantile devotion to becoming &
Turning into. That which rhymed with. Here.
I earned my wax by burning my fingers so.
And excluded. Sense in a full blue bottle of.
Fragile thin maps made me a beachfront.
I turned warlike & popular as a far cliff & you.
Later found in county records a score of me.
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