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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.

Blue, Blue, Blue Is the Hue of Maya Truelove's Do (Fragments)

My kin's a djinn demonic,  a Finn whose sins are chronic.  This thane of earls  his mane of curls  in vain unfurls. Sardonic...?  One wi...