by Pat Darnell
I lassoed a hurricane
Whose name was arcane
Not Bob, Lance or Jayne
Rather every tit, tat and tweedle
of the Mormon-like Bible people
it came to pass, ordained.
And my tender tongue
dry from salted wheat
drives me ever up further
on Aqua d' Puzzo Creek.
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