Robotic Fan Clones

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VACPLUS

This story I shall write tonightWill be 40 lines and just rightNumber 3 starts here, you see?Dumby honey-gumpy bumble beeLike myself amid 6 peerscrack’n joints ‘n splittin’ beersraise a glass, tap plink-clink cheers!memories ease like sensible smellsto capture happiness: writing helpswhat you say and how you say itcreates a story as you make itdeveloping: mistakes […]

Contrast Catharsis

The pimple is poppedThe booger is goneyou’re free to breathand sing your song You pulled the trigger…such throw up and sloplighter now, crispersip water out the cup When things stay downand pain’s been abatedenjoy a moment’s peacewith clarity elatedby the contrast ofprevious restrictions:callous scabsand skin conditions Rest and sleepwakeful deeds