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DMX is Barking This poem To A party

A purple sphinx of sorts

stands on fruit hills and snorts,

Slinging mud and "HEE-HAW"-ing loud

"O'erlooking" Strawberry Fields

like they were cherry-topped mounds.

They are dirt, covered by

Grass and smell like sulphur

from pre-historic death--Jurassic.


The T-rex to T-Rex

snarls polemics onto papers

their little arms can't reach.

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