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Scott P

Morning, all. Blueberry pancakes and bacon for breakfast, I believe.


No time to comment. Harry Potter to read. I've already commented too much.


Jameson Irish Whiskey
by Karla Jameson
******* ***** *******

Monolithic stringed puppet;
Narcissistic alcoholic.
Cold reality is mythic,
Both implied and then explicit.

Language shapes my thoughts they say,
Rhombic dodecahedron.
Sifting through the archetypes;
Helen, Draco, Oberon.

I lose my words
they fly away
I pour myself
something to say

Inebriated catalytic;
First I'm good and then I'm wicked.
Falling from the ruse iconic;
Pedant feeling quite ironic.


Mold. We have mold.

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