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Fiddler's Money

Dora Malech

Thimblerigged with baby's milk teeth.
Sleight-of-hand and switched to swindle.
Stuffed ballot-box with finger cymbals.
Quite a clatter morning after.
Stuck out a tongue and it froze to the fulcrum.
Now, sotto voce: Holy flagellum.
Cut the baloney. You and what army?
Don't fret, hollow body, broke in the flail.

Dora Malech

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