Poem 4.1.2015
At the bottom of the golden day
You heard a funky dada poet say
“Hay, ho, hay,” bloom berries
can dream
In a room of their own, making
A bed crack up and then moan.
“Hay, ho, hay,” it is so British
To tan the sun in Arab summer.
Jerry W. Ward, Jr.
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