23 Dec 2014, 1:56pm

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Noisy draft

Turning motors
Blue and drawn
Turing machine sits on the porch
My head
Sad music and punch drunk Sunday
Climbed all night
Up the day
Walking to work       my car
The doubts
Head phones on to you and my family
Not good
No good
Useless, abject
Little poem

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