my great aunt is a witch,
and my aunt is a witch.
i do not know what they do.
people have no money.
so they bring oatmeals and barley.
from humanitarian aid packs.
improper dog food.
29 July 2012
24 July 2012
voice recognition poetry
landing on mars to dig unisex tunnels,
chemist was lost in marine transit.
extinct species of venus mourned.
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