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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.
Posted 09/01/11
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