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Seymour is still tuning in Tokyo.
He turns the brassy locks
that stay his armored door,
each one easing out their last two cents:
keep quiet
keep calm
and keep out
of out of doors.
Needless to speak of muting to Seymour,
his dials are so over-twisted.
His colors have lost their bloomers;
his mouth’s an undone belt!
Numbness this speechless Seymour is
the most rattled of empty cans.
He turns the brassy locks
that stay his armored door,
each one easing out their last two cents:
keep quiet
keep calm
and keep out
of out of doors.
Needless to speak of muting to Seymour,
his dials are so over-twisted.
His colors have lost their bloomers;
his mouth’s an undone belt!
Numbness this speechless Seymour is
the most rattled of empty cans.
Posted 09/01/11
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