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His Second Decade

An artisan of surreal noises
Made of groans and chortles
Making words that sat like lead
pounce like a spear of chains
Pulling the vaults to break
And let loose a paunch soul
With a flagrant gaunt face
To become the visage
Of his subtly dubbed art.

While it's easy to toss
White roses on a grave
It is his eloquent etude
To exhume its blossoming.

Welcome to your second decade,
Undoubtedly your golden age,
Now flourish in your parade.

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