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The reselling of a retelling and rapidly.

I can tell when I two poem in one day
that I’m about to sashay away, suspect like…
in search of a good client or bad lawyer, receptive
to a tall tale off the cuff telling
& set forth in survivors shorthand.

at first.

Until the thirst for …….
Don’t dare! Share there.

Just the facts, Fed Up, and deep fried. A calorie free filagree
of thee and me and whichever possibility may have motivated
this frame of my waning.

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