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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Old Poetry from DMV Doughnuts Protest the Meaning of lifeCathedral bells chime three and one quarter times
Before they stop Protest their existential rights To ring only once or not at all or sing soprano instead Three and one quarter fat salted tears Splash onto the pristine ceramic tiles Realization the last doughnut Is stale The glaze flaking Onto my red plaid shirt And the fabric of life |
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