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Terrible Vacation

To speak the truth with gritful philosophy
Not lies, but true words of real reading
And not imaginative emotions of forced coding
Technological and sought after for Roseanne’s trophy

Instrument of travel for the root-driven vegetable
On their fluffy cloud, they take up increasing space
And even zombie eyes making their dreadful trace
Controlling the mind, creating a fear so intolerable.

Breaking the boredom of this now colored box
It’s a good thought, picking up this terrific classic
Now in a silence, the eyes are one sly fox.

Flipping the pages and understanding a part of history
Conversations are becoming true metaphysical music
Rhythming to a new force from the formed glory.

older poem

◄ Death

When I was a lover ►

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