As the new dawn goes we sprinkle the seeds of unbound rascality
The calamity of the bygone drive-by solitude
For the youth that sows we sink our deeds in offshore synchronicity
The simplest treaty of the offbeat blastoff attitude
As the new dawn goes. As our yesters close. As first ...
Poetry Time 17: First Twenty-Three
Andreas_Helixfinger at 12:00AM, Jan. 1, 2023
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