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It’s pretty esoteric. Bringing you better thoughts:
Solar. The various faces of the citizenry,
the wails of the young ones, including the cough
the hands above the cutting board,
the corners of the mouth — hair bob...
If losing makes you bitter, win.
If still bitter, maybe you’re a bitter person.
Catsup & decaf makes barbecue sauce.
So many conversations on the wall,
the ceiling. Sucked into the grease fan
Give the gift of oranges the gift
that could never be denied
These are scurvacious times.
Industry itself is clean. Sky remains pure.
Freshness sells. Tattooed muscle of fascism
rings cardboard box, bell sound goes unheard.
Not always among the beautiful ones
her flaws made her sweet.