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#POP#ZING#TINKLE********

Posted to Action Poetry




And again
she sits
grey hat and poppies
before the cosmic box
in her corner of the world
the fingers tingle
with wyrds kept
quiet
after the circuits
electri-fried
things are not that much
different
yet nothing is the same
grey
blonde
red
brown
shorter
but
still here
to say




hello