Wednesday, June 16, 2021

Poem: 06/16/2021

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Hanging the mobile before the baby's been hatched,
aces, rockets, there's dust on the planets, rust in the
tin. Consonants pave continents, consequently bloodthirsty
conquest distorted by optimism - history for the forgiving. 
Why stagger when you can sit? 


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