A Parkesburg Dude

A clarinetist
He waves his
flag of wisdom
with passion and
spirit of Italian flare
he rules his
musical kingdom


In a Swedish blue
ordinary Saab
he dreams of integrity,
truth and result
speeding away from

relatives - the mob
to a Swede he turns to consult.

Ditto, I owe you for
all the advice
respecting you equal to my father
I am in debt over the price
of someone I can
bug and bother





A fine lad of spaghetti
you are of the better kind
more eminent than a Guidetti
is extraordinary hard to find.


A Lunde Garden of Eden
Anderson's Lumberyard
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