Best Prescient Poems

Melanie was waiting for the light to change
at 12th and Broadway when a large fellow in 
a big truck and 10 gallon hat roared up 

right beside her. His truck cab loomed 
above her old Buick. His stereo boomed 
so loud her windows rattled. His...

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In form, feature, these up ahead
Fading into nothing;
Condition, all soon catch up with.
In spirit, when dying....

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   When monokus become molecules
     and Mardi Gras is Mata Hari
   Things start looking pretty scary, so

   If view arm an mis rist
     It tim c optmtris...

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