Two Big Terrible Beige Boots

sinuses clogged every mornings.

The trumpet, drinking through a straw on the by

For digital reasons

all sounds iconic

Deer once Fresh-faced with propeller ’round the ankles
Often thrusting intentions and existential depressions.

But a dream’s nothing until enthusiasm snatches too much potential.

Until found delusions served their own dishes mealed and ready.

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