Dear Jungle John
Recall the devil
That allowed you to
Forge the alloy of your inventions
Who assassinated your last
Obsequious nerve with an
Eyeful of possibility
That twisted you around
A thorny sprig of reclusion
To toil over what
You would uniquely, shockingly
Usher to matter
Ask it to come round
All love
roy
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