Have you time from Bellow and Whatman

Looks like you need
A cold compress
To soothe the errant bigwords
That run by your tired eyes
That giant sized

Nietzsche

A couple of crippling sonnets
Riding once smooth, but now
Beaten down
Or does Greer look at you
In scorn
What about rags
Do they stick out their cursive
Tongues
"Read us your random thoughts"

Do you switch back then,
To rabid cherry pie recipes
Alien but niggling
Or rant along with a shrewd
Adapted
That won some praise sometime

Come on, give up now
Surely, its relaxing
To swim with the tide
Try to make your peace
In the bright glow of your
1 GB
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