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A random poem on himself by Jerry Pinto, author of Phiss Phuss Boom.

Jerry Pinto lives in a city.
This is a pity.
Because cities ain’t pretty.

Jerry Pinto writes
And won’t fly kites.
Kites hurt birds and birds have rights.

Jerry Pinto is old
His knees won’t fold
When the weather is cold.

Jerry Pinto’s tongue
is still young.
(Ching chung.)

What is Ching Chung?
That is a bell.
It says: Nothing else is going to rhyme.
Not this time.

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