Bite … said the apple with no core
Slam … said the door with only one hinge
Smile … said the crease of a broken lip
Turn … said the axle as it turned away
Hide … said the moth with a bent butterfly friend
Toss … said the radish to the bent cucumber
Think … said the sign with only a road to call a friend
Squeeze… said the grape as he withered on the vine
Mine … said the goose whose gander was totally fucked
And smile… says the walrus, the squirrel and the spineless porcupine clinging to the brake as is if it were a crutch. Clutch. Clutched crutch. Crutchless crutch.

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