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What Shall?

Incongruent messages
from a melted green transistor radio,
convey today as yesterday
and tomorrow as far away.

From whatever we shall be
it is the lack of forever which we grieve,
in the very last, precious gasp
life will be closed, by a gold hasp.

Yellow, brown and amber bees,
copulate with flowers and attempt to tease,
life's very essence in bold fact
from pollen slung upon their backs.

- PipeTobacco

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I went to a pumpkin farm on Saturday and we had cider and fresh-made doughnuts. There was a small knick-knack store on the land as well, and inside, I found a beautiful maroom red star made from slats of wood. Each arm (of the five slats) was roughly 40 inches in length. Unfortunately, the store was unable to accept funds via credit or debit cards and because we had no additional paper money with us, we left empty handed. Later this week, I shall carve the pumpkins and roast the seeds.

PipeTobacco