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I can no longer pasteurize every purchase,
each utterance, all the sufferance of this
frothy Spring.

We can witness a real time terrorist camp take down
but have no room in the situation room to panorama
an evolving pandemic

That bug was not a feature?

And this ain’t poesy; best a pissed off prose poem.

NaPoWriMo April 2020


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