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Where to go from here
Happily I discard poem after poem
"You my friend, are not good enough to be shared!"
I mean I was fair - there's a poem about cleaning the fridge in there
Totally full of metaphor but... Who gets it?
Who wants to get it - rhetorically speaking...
(I'm pretty sure there are whole TikToks about cleaning fridges... But I don't want that as my niche)
Once into nothing, something becomes intangible
Even finding a place to go on Saturday
I just suggested a salt museum - pretty sure I'm thinking of a mine... But still (!)
Forget the superficial boredom
Imagine instead placing your hand on solid salt
Bizarrely never eroded but kept
Someone a century ago did the same but dirty faced
It floated past a dinosaur (I'm not their PR person, give me a break)
But salt changes a room
Cleanses or makes you sick
It's just there, acknowledged as of the Earth
I think today I'll go underground
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Di11y Da11y
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