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Chrome Monkeys

  • Mary Bone
  • Aug 6
  • 1 min read

by Mary Bone



Chrome monkeys

swinging in trees.

Dome heads are shining,

they are swinging in the breeze.

Chrome monkeys in my dreams,

living in the jungle of the sea.

Chrome monkeys dangle my keys,

no wonder I couldn't find them.  



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