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can hammer flatter
Poetry
aka I as
met a spam ask that you to
can hammer flatter
where the sun is yet
there may I as you have gone
I chase your shadow
ink blot table cloth
dry spot pencil box dust rag
windfall a sibyl
punctuate a verse
on perforat’d paper…
desert oases
ubuntu , yes ma’am,
an ethos & an OS…
beats cleaning windows