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Unable 2 Countenance The Tin.


Seek me,oh,oh tomatoe soup,

Submerged,obediently,you be in tin.

Seek me,spoon stirring tomatoe in tin soup,

Seek me,before out of hand,you tomatoe soup multiplies.

Seek me,2 openly cry.

When tomatoe soup spills,out of tin

onto grey 2 grey backside.

Seek me,as tomatoe soup out of tin,

takes on a form of a smile from within.

Seek me,2 enquire tomatoe enquire.

Tomatoe soup,now out of tin,

on floor.

Seek me,many times,smiling tomatoe soup.

Out of tin,only you soup,I deny.

 

©Wired6. 6/10/2021

 

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