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Rambled into mistaken racing
we’re not having birthday blues, rough scratched displays
no more who shows up

the occasional menu, so basically
pull pieces to the pit. Laundered
feed drones distribute rebuttal

to dismay, what would you do?
Now it’s cold in the living room.
Staging the surreptitious encounter

fells no normal lash surprise
with no idea. Food and drink
for poets and spies, cash lease men,

trundled feet under a solid
tapped out switch. You have plans,
a clever spoof vis a vis

big things. More control more headroom.
Keep the pit bull occupied?
I’m the cap who pushes the caps

until you hear them click, starting
markers out. Create a diversion.
Next as in nowhere, stay clear.