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Jan 2021
all so very space age or those films
about disasters and meteors
smashing into our crust
making holes
called craters

bam
splat

enough to give anyone
a nose bleed

we have his here in a jar labelled

sometimes it is anxiety
all that is going on around
us

it came so very cold
the bags were wet
and my hands hurt
like billy oh

did not drop off though
cos I huffed and puffed them

stay by the fire james
for now it is winter
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     Carlo C Gomez
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