Parading

Down Sally Cow Lane and Elsewhere

I have a head. In my head is a stomach

and they want out. I let them out.
full of butterflies. The butterflies are often sharks
full of butterflies. The butterflies are often sharks
and they want out. I let them out.
and they want out. I let them out.
They trip on the threshold and smash their teeth. —Selma Asotić
They trip on the threshold and smash their teeth.
—Selma Asotić

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