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there’ll be nothing but coal in the tiny stockings of these iambic feet

this poem is more naughty than nice, spicy syllables laced with ghost  -pepper, ancho and then carelessly t o s s e d  in a mean serrano poblano moon sauce.  :: written for poetic asides November chapbook challenge.

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