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By Cassiopeia Raine
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ANALOG OR DIGITAL,
MAN CLIMBS HIGHER, TO SUPERSEDE THE
ORIGINAL.
ZERO'S AND ONE'S
PULSATING SOUNDS,
CARRIED ACROSS A WIRE,
OR MERELY GLITCHES OF
INVISIBLE WAVES IN OUR AIR.
WHAT'S OUT THERE,
WHAT'S IN THERE,
WHO KEEPS TRACK?
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Passport
Illuminate and Laminate,
take my picture please.
For I'd like to go
here and there,
and everywhere,
you know, there's all the world to
see!
( Besides the people at my own address, know
me.)
YOU CAN DO IT
Try you must, as all will say.
Give your all, to what you may.
As life seeps in to fill your day,
it just may be
that
good
things,
will come your way.
He-Haw
Which way the wind blows?
Say again,
the factors that we
must,
weigh in?
A poem about a dog
Run Spot Run!
Far, Far, away, from poem
land
and Never, Never, come back
You hear!
Tell that dork, Dick, hello;
and that wench Jane
that she has something
wedged in between,
her two front teeth,
Run Spot Run!
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