The Birds loudly say their names In spring The assonance of making a living Which side of the moon Is homework In spring Puddles have telekinetic reflections And walk on their fingers Furthermore, the séance of computation Is poetry
The Birds loudly say their names In spring The assonance of making a living Which side of the moon Is homework In spring Puddles have telekinetic reflections And walk on their fingers Furthermore, the séance of computation Is poetry
I love the psychedelic riff-raffery of this one, Bob 🙂
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Thanks John. Much appreciated!
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I love the logic of this poem. Wonderful job.
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Thank you!!
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