Monday, March 04, 2024

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Sunny.

      "...He'd begun
the well-greased progress of the hypocrite.
Why, this is hell, nor am I out of it."

--Byrne

I'm Alright.

"THE PLAINS (Aelindrome in the Square Root of 3 to 18 digits)
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Hazy heat wallowed.

Beasts had owed the plains
time’s pantomime:
crows begging the moon;
sins adoring sins.

A moon singing,
the crows began to mime.

Time’s plains
wed the past,

shadowed
below
a lazy heath."

--@Anthony_Etherin

The Dover Bitch.

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