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Green Eggs
she flicks a crackling orange tip
careless eyes gloss over
with sucking blue leisure
spirit-fumes waft airborne
tendrils from a two-fingered draw
exhaling through pursed lips
the aroma of a thoughtless meditation
symbol of a shared peace
the ritual of letting down
last rite before a firing squad
truce from the pace
but—
the target of a new prohibition
saying, danger, danger
ban t...
Monday 8th March 2021 6:01 pm
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