digital figits sipping
all sleepy facts and corner
stone cuts soft shots
steeped and broken up
with a snap drab from
the hard workin bee workin hard
yesterday or so it seemed
to me sittin on pillows three
deep there one two billion square pile
booms swinging for the hard boiled eggs
that I wont eat again next to the rest of the week
end
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