A bereaved nephew in Shakespeare
might say, 'I am ununcled.'
King Lear, finally dressed,
might say, 'At last ununclad! '
On an ununiform day
you dress as you may.
Your underbelt poems
are the ones that you've done.
Your ununderbelt ones
are to come.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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