In which the superhero of pre-used words makes a re-appearance The superhero of pre-used words met watermelon boy. It was summer. They had pips to spit But also fruit to eat and The superhero of pre-used words and watermelon boy arrived at the driveway, 3 quite sharp. Between them half a shell of watery sweet summer joy “You first!" The superhero of pre-used words has met with Watermelon Boy. They spit pips at the wall A noun; a verb; too many adjectives The adverbs sweetly steep the fruit. They ingest those. It’s how it’s done, not what, that counts. The superhero of pre-used words and melon boy spit pips – the champion is melon boy his best is 2m .03 (quite impressive!) On a sunny Sunday the watermelon pips hit leftover rinds – green happy smiles
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