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Nov 2020
Destructs and restructs chop cross my eyes
trailing highs and thighs and sighs and wrys
I'm calmed on this channel's brit subterfuge
Just not the news the election news blues
How did not all of these clowns lose lose lose
All the layers churn and spike argue of right
And I think of light and my knees clamber
Smooth floors and roomless doors stretch out
O I think in bad TV and live in bad science
Reading news I shouldn't 'n' think about else
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Dennis Willis  Oh
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