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Untitled Palindrome

by Michael Constantine McConnell

Dog-bard, a wall arose. Soon, a red, nude man-era stole Gail of deli, and, lo, my tit-net carts bade, trap millions’ parts, but a snag rose many fits, and I’d reward no cabs. Eve[n] Eve’s bacon drawer did nastify names, organs, a tub, straps. No ill-imparted, abstract-entity mold nailed foliage. Lots are named under a noose’s oral law – a drab god.


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2 Responses to “Untitled Palindrome”

  1. wow.
    especially liked the tit-nets, those abstract entities.

  2. I agree. Especially when they are bading for the trapping of the parts of millions.

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