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Lad's Tin Hero


[ulcerated sonnet]


O rental dish!
Dear thin sol!
I lash to rend
Hostile Rand.


Ant is held, or
Real don-shit.


(This darn olé.)


Oh! sled train!
Shed no trail!
Slide no hart!


(No heart slid.)


Sh! no red tail!


(Red hail's not
Red hail snot.)