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Found Poetry 905


who has the fattest stack?
it isn't me
ask the plum-colored queen
perhaps sneak a glance or glimpse
gold breadcrumbs dot the floor
room entrances announced by silver cannons spitting
why, you could be the dogs' servant!

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