Poem!
I turn on the water
Col!d Ho!t!
I sit, causally(casually)(lly), utterly nonchalant! In my somewhat!
Warm! Cold! Bath!
M!practicing(practising)! so!unds!
Of languages! As !Y!Y!E!T!
Unborn!
Except in the heart of the course depths of a heart!
Court, caught!
U!p! In s!O!U'N!Dssss!
And it sounds!
In the distance!
It calls,
Like three talon($sssssss) claws!
The Fish eagle cries!
And I try to write down his sounds!
Tseuo Tesuo! Tesoo!
In the limits of Roman Al,ph!'abe•tical sounds!
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