Dear hipster chick
In clothes of stripes and plaids
Hair akimbo
A studied insouciance
How does your garden grow?
With shrubby rhizomes, denim skorts and legs unshorn?
O, hipster chick, that voodoo that you do to me.
I feel the prick of love and the return of beards.
(c) 2010 Michael Reilly
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Notice that the space between beats, that is, the metacrusis, becomes more enlivened and flexible when the tempo slows
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