** Poetic Form: Free Verse Inspired: 2024 August 26 Image: N/A
Mother said to carry Dad's little green luggage, Godzilla my foe, I can do a step not a hundred, Mother said to put in you--that, it's all bronzed, Ugh, zip-phew Godzilla you stink your breadth. Godz I gotta look for Dad Mom I ain't no angel. Godz I told Mother that I heard the car engine. Mom prayed for the car using holy oil, via olive. It needs that. It'll start with a tad of that liquid. Mother said Dad knows. He'd already glimpsed it'll drive that bobbing--pistons Mom--amongst other something, than cars. Like? Stew borscht Mom says. I say that's not Russian. Mad, whilst it'll be Mother's last words said, Russia's worlds are rightfully theirs, and we own ours. Traipsed not, glory ste..get-MA, PA, joy go I-run anxious.
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