| The thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
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| The morning was distemper grey,
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| Of the thousandth and tenth day of the human totem pole.
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| The man at the bottom was smiling.
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| He had just finished his breakfast smiling.
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| It hadnt rained or manured for over two hours.
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| The man at the top was starving.
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| The pole was a horrible looking thing
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| With all of those eyes and ears
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| And waving hands for balance.
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| There was no way to get a copter in close
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| So everybody was starving together.
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| But didn’t have nerve enough to climb down.
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| At night the pole would talk to itself and the chatter wasn’t too good.
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| Obviously the pole didn’t like itself, it wanted to walk!
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| It was the summer and it was hot
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| And balance wouldn’t permit skinning to undergarments.
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| It was an integrated pole, it was taking on an reddish brown cast.
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| Exercise on the pole was isometric,
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| Kind of a flex and then balance
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| Then the highest would roll together,
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| The ears wiggle, hands balance.
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| There was a gurgling and googling heard
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| A tenth of the way up the pole.
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| Approaching was a small child
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| With statue of liberty doll. |