Bitter Butter, Battered TruthA Poem by BrentA nonsensical poem about life.Little dribble, aching tooth. Waiting for an open booth. Little spittle, spotted hare. Eagle diving on a dare. Teeny, tiny, tilted town off the edge and sliding down. Curdled milk and spoiled youth. Bitter butter, battered truth.
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