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 DEMO and EVENT

DEMO
summer
A lonesome singer of songs.
Becomes.
A lonesome singer of the songs sung.
A lonesome Lothario sings the blue songs sung. A BYTE redone. The lonesome blue Lothario sings the songs sung blue. EYE begin to see. A Patteran. The long lonesome blue Lothario sings the silvery songs sung blue. The silver tongued devil sings the lonesome Lothario blues. The blue silver singer sang the songs Lothario longer lonesomely. The blues singer made silver Lothario devil tongue songs. Singing with his tongue of silver the Blues Lothario sang them sad lonesome blues songs. SLinging his silver tongue all over them blues songs the Blue Lothario sang all them sad silver songs. Better. Slinging his hashmark tongue all over them Blue songs the Lothario sang sad silver songs. ALMOST. Slinging his hash eating tongue all over them Silver Songs the Lothario sang all them sad Blues songs. This has been a Silver and Blue excercise for ewe. Call it a DEMO.
EVENT
summer
Dont you hate contrived events as much as eye do. When everything is set up days ago or even yesterday of old they putt them tables upp and look around for want of anything better. Yes they say this will work and then the people get to this event and they dont even visit the room across the limited access floor is closed and roped off. All the work those people did all day the yesterday for nought. The trash did not even get used. They rushed to get the plastix bags in place they dumped most every trace of yesterday. The people leave a few at a time you can tell they only came to eat the free catered affair they calmly wave and say good bye on the way around the podium back to the street access door to leave. On the way to another symposium where they can eat. The speaker came but did not speak his mind he left with a phone charger in his hand was a pink ladies slipper. NON. Eye am only drinking lemonade. Eye write down only what eye really see he was so gay up those steps looking for his Cinderfeller there. Wait. Eye suppose that was his phone. They make them all sizes and shapes and colors now for gays. Event day now over they come out two and three and even a group of over the hill people going home from the event is almost over. Dont text me from your shoe horn. This poem almost done eye simply imagine how he slips the plate aside the bottom of the heel to plug the charger in like Don Knots on that old tv serial commercial. Get Smart.



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