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Inspirerad av Douglas R. Hofstadters vilda, underbara bok Le Ton beau de Marot.


Costello

Her hands so hard with camaraderie
do slap my cheek repeatedly,
torment my face
through days of satin,
nights of lace,
in bursts of latin
at a heartbeat's pace

I've learned to bow to what's awash,
what's almost almost, often not,
crying wow and shouting gosh,
at nothing and a lot

My coffee sips me down into the mug,
where my senses and I do drown like a bug
But I rise in the great beyond anew
out of Elvis Costello's left red shoe




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Publicerad 2022-05-24 09:31



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