Fumes fuse blooms and
Quiet avenue tombs
Take the looming cruise
And glue the domes
Of a lingering groom
To the low flowing
Sense of doom
You thought you had left
By comb in your room
Or swept up with the
Crumbs by your broom.
Dumb Poem.
(Pronounced "Doom Poom.")
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