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Dec 2020
The inevitable
return
underground again
to ramble
to preamble
to lie alone.
A rock struck stone.
A lair of sorts
" a place "
where these words
get covered over
by cyber-dust
to be shelved-away
in makeshift chapters
that will pair well
w/ what happens
on a day-to-day.
Sometimes sporadic
sometimes enormous
sometimes nothing
&
just sometimes.
Written by
Larry
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