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Why I Sold The iPhone

It was given to Graeme And I signed up for his friendship And a c6502 computer compiler And a last call of func_sync($)

All of these transmissions- On my phone of personage And sitting between dandelions And the apprehension of a lucid dream To be watched, while typing, Surely Lenin’s dream is this

Out of casserole glassware to prey upon My fingers were the cassette And I was being played While devouring novichok

It was the brightest day And we had George Who trusted Buttigieg independence Of Monroe Doctrine undone And yesteryear until my feet wept for knees

40,000 bees at Apple Computer Dreaming gently of Darwin While Nigerians prepared for dinner I was off on my Suzuki And sang and prayed And ate Crème Brulée

Aboard 40,922 shoes But left hanging in San Francisco For the cyberwar that ended China Everyone knows- Ghengis Khan is a millionaire

Jeff