quiet days walk
fields demons
slashed burned

with our hands
know they plant
what we sow

too well in this
black earth their
seeds will sprout

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The Tout

Where’s the tout?
You know, he’s stout.
Looks like a trout.
The one with gout.
And the bulbous snout.
Eating the sprout.
He’s such a lout.

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