This is now a place to write poems. I'm writing on Google. For Google. Inside Google.
I despise Google for capitulating to Trump.
Gulf of America. Tacky!
Calming down, I'm calming down.
Smiling at you, I'm smiling.
What that smile implies I'll leave up to you.
4 sombreros and a microphone.
Oh man, I on the run.
North or South
orther either
I nearly puked tonight. Nearly passed out.
And here I am in the center of all this beauty.
Imagine.
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