it's almost criminal
when really it should be subliminal
it's not meant to cough or choke or wheeze
more like being carried on a breeze
yet every time it's sleight of hand
that draws your eye from lines too bland
to hold their own
much less see their meaning sown
yet still we send you down that track
suffuse with all the clickety-clack
as though this time we'd set it free
from Hallmark's mediocrity
until the train comes into station
shocked by the lack of penetration
in hopes of a host of daffodils
and conceding to a trough of swill
that can not even find its finish
for which we all can only
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