What's happening?
I keep my dreadlocks in a napkin ring
I like to rap and sing,
unlike the homogeneous clones.
I'm into earth tones, birth stones, and erogenous zones;
the more ticklish the more you have.
Sitting on the curb over what used to be the 'burbs and before that was Canarsie
I'm a disturbed and bitter herb like salt water and parsley.
Mites crawl up, tights fall down; that's my mnemonic for stalactite slash stalagmight.
You can have this Maglight it survived the apocolypse, and for the fragile force of an agile horce here's a handful of very special chocolate ships.

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