This Poem is a Diaper

This Poem is a Diaper This poem is the forearms on the table of a friend listening to MutaBaruka, Archibald, Judith and Diane. This poem is a gift bag stuck together by someone at the assembly line table.  This poem could care less what gift is stuffed in this...
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