I could dream reams
Of verse about you.
Thankfully, we digitally
Can store ninety-nine books
On one computer,
Which is so new to hold.
Just plug into my head
See where this paranormal activity led
Or we could wallow in the willows
If the sky is beige, we’ll tell each other
What the clouds have said.
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