Every Raindrop
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Was a war between Digital Ocean Drive And Expressen Riding those bells
And mercurial American We saw Tupperware But made it home In boxes
And little OS The realtime one Worked horses for the lagoon Where my unscented laundry Made half its way Even in January
Nine millimetre boxes Of spaceclear And early leaves of August Beamed at my driveway
Even though I made my own parcels move
For I was a horse And welcomed ridership And Amazon died- Both, actually
For St. Peter Who gently suggested, Itβs real.
Jeffery