Illustrations in Google Think Quarterly put together by The Church of London.
Dreg dreg only dregs left on mine RSS feeds,
I waft the soggy mud with seeds,
Plant grow up the fiddily trellis,
The drab drab building behind it I will diss,
One time I said stuff to the lady,
I said I wasn’t a shift man who is shady,
She says I am very weak man,
Who needs to peel skin off grapes to run indigestion ban,
I said “how are you” so your contacts we now share,
I become friends by eating medieval dog food for the dare,
Wasted time these are stagnant contacts with no deals,
Futuristic poetry for everyone alone reading tutorials.
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