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Black Flag

The official name is 
Contrails
No more than condensation

The alternate one
Chemtrails 
poo pooed across the nation

I can't help notice
months go by
With none in sight

Are we to understand
that
No plane has taken flight

Yet, when they
Return
The skies are cross hatched

Such coverage in true
Journalism
Won't be matched

I've discussed it with
My brother who many
topics broaches

When they return
I call and say
There's sprayin the cockroaches

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 5/9/2022 6:41:00 PM

Interesting title; interesting read... Pollution is NOT the solution; that's for sure. ~ Corey Cockroach

Rico Leffanta

Date: 5/7/2022 11:24:00 AM

Like the ocean, we get flushed every day! Well caught?! Aloha!

Anil Deo

Date: 5/7/2022 10:39:00 AM

ThanX Vickey. I followed unhere from Michelle Faulkner's. Like your dont eat clowns humor, too. Anil

Anil Deo
Date: 5/7/2022 12:25:00 PM

Wise brother. When all else fails, I ask forgiveness & smash the round hanging fruit, if any. ThanX, SMILE, people will guess I have been up to poetry.

Vickey Rhymer
Date: 5/7/2022 10:58:00 AM

Thanks.you know what to do if attacked by a bunch of clowns?Go for the juggler.My brother told me this one today when he stopped by for coffee.Have a good afternoon.