I've been pushing out two poems over the last month, like a man suffering
from extreme constipation laying down two concrete turds.
So in order to get rid of the bastards, I've crashed parts of each of them
into one condensed turd. And with this flush, I give unto thee.
Heather and Jen are away this weekend and can't zoom. Any other takers?
(see my last email)
Gaby can you also nominate someone to do the next prompt please. Hope
things are peaceful up in Alaska.
Mike
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