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5d
Her name is Loblolly, you
do say it quickly, see

the whole beach sticks to your tongue
she must often be told

Loblolly, please, drop what thing you have found-
   Like the Southeasterly tree?

Yep, like when spent, that conifer's cone
   By which you mean...ovally brown

Ha. Like her head.
  Plus, look, the way that her tail

Loblolly, Treat!
sends for the Sun
columnarly.
Written by
Ray Wilbur  30
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