A Poem Best Read or Heard (and certainly left unseen)

Fruit

A poem best read or heard (and certainly left unseen)

Ugly,
Broke,
My car,
A miserable produce machine,
Looks like hell,
Still today,
I am unable to spell,
Zookene,
Maters,
Bale peprs,
Taters,
Hallo Peno peprs,
Or
Them small blak things,
I confuse with large flies,
They look something like,
Little gray pes with black eyes.

–Richard Bryant

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