"Stanley the Sand Man"

He thinks I do not see him through his posse of bold phonetic slurs coarsely reflected in the sprinkling of his verse.

Like a day with many seasons, he unfolds though not aware
the petals of forgiving with each thorny tear

And so he retreats to the sand with many days to seize and rests his fleet of bold phonetic tears by the sea

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