Salty clouds dissolve
into a soupy sky
as a dash of peppery blackbirds
pass by.
The stew we’re in today
took years to brew.
It’s time for ‘22 to be consumed.
Turn off the oven.
Forget the news.
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Salty clouds dissolve
into a soupy sky
as a dash of peppery blackbirds
pass by.
The stew we’re in today
took years to brew.
It’s time for ‘22 to be consumed.
Turn off the oven.
Forget the news.
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