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Monday, March 27, 2017

Dream Poem

In my dream my colleague had given me a book of his poems, as part of a promotion process.  I opened the book and the first poem said:

Papá, what you vant for breakfast?

I vant you, Vully!

Papá, I'm twenty!

The next poems were visual poetry, with wood-like shapes.

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