Moe and I had a conversation.

Which prompted the poetaster in me to produce this:
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These just fell out of my brain:

I.

Somehow,

My left-leaning brain is 

Hot-wired

For untangling strings

Of lights.

Come Christmastime,

I make a killing,

Charging by the minute

Because it only takes a few

To undo the damage

Of 365 days in cold storage.

A year in attic lockdown

Feeds me 

For six months.

I can’t afford clothes, 

Though. Luckily,

There’s a nudist colony

At the edge of town.

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Greg Hernandez presents: “My Heart is Saying: New”

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