Lullaby, no added sugar

Word jar I wish I
Could jam my way
Through

Like a jazz musician
Feeling akin to
Misery in beats

Tipping top lip and
Sticking toes’ curlable
Bits to the very

Top tips of sweaty
Sox from the drum
Hum of the streets

Word jar, I wish I
Could jam my way
Out…

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