A poem to a friend instead of the usual good morning.
As the dark clouds of history Rumble overhead As the vile with fake smiles Follow through with what they said We share a moment of truth One not defined by ai As large as a moment of silence As small as a hi There are strange times indeed Marked with displaced mourning As families gather around digital fires And heat themselves with global warming While the tone is dark and dim This is not so much a early warning Just acknowledging a bit of reality And wishing you a good morning
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