Don’t y’u
Can’t y’u
s’e
th’worl’s
gettin’ s’much
short’r
we’re takin’ th’
soun’righ’ out
outta ‘vrythin’
w’say
already “lol”
“roflmao”
soon’r’r lat’r,
there’ll be nothin’ lef’
save a series o’ do”-n’-dash’s
n’we’ll st’ll-b
sittin’roun’
arguin’-
-compla’nin’
“I don’t-g’t-U M8”
“mA-B U 8[-t]n’t lis’n’n r8[-A+I]”
U,
U nEd 2 do som’thin’
plz.
stan’ ↑ 4 sum’thin’
save lan’wage.
Little Spud In The Big Apple 
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Some modern day version of an E.E. Cummings / James Whitcomb Riley love child. (but i guess they couldn’t produce children could they) Let’s say E.E. was actually trans for this thought experiment.
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Haha! I love this thought!
I’ve been reading a lot of Cummings lately. Just bought a collection of his poetry.
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Ah.. I’m just seeing your reply to this comment. I’m out of town for another day but I have set a reminder to send a link to a photograph of my book of E.E. Cummings (collection). You might find it interesting. Until then. Be well.
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I’ve read every poem in the complete works of E.E. Cummings and flagged some of them back when I did: https://www.flickr.com/gp/cliffhanks/Tv9P23 Let me know if you encounter one that you especially like. 🙂
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