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Monday, February 15, 2021

Fixin's Bar

Richard Armour's Condiments

Shake and shake the catsup bottle. 
None will come and then a lot'll.
Nothing attracts the mustard from wieners
as much as the slacks just back from the cleaners.

Uly's Poe's Tack-On Demented

In Lotus Land dwell androids, bots
whose frames are reclaimed chamber pots.
Allow'd is one to gun the throttle...?
Not if one's an axolotl.

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