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Hearing them speak,
looking
right upon their lips,
I start.
“Backward Russian”, my Brain informed me,
on the ground, so to speak,
though a peep from the back row
let the Big Boss know it was
most assuredly English.
“Aah,”, a seamless shift into
System Failure Operational Recovery Control mode,
“Steady on, Man...not our first rouge wave!”;
relief, a coursing undertow,
but I nod to them as if I know,
fascinated smile in place.
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The Party
Date: Friday, 20th July 2018 @ 11:18:03 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: invierno



Hearing them speak,
looking
right upon their lips,
I start.
“Backward Russian”, my Brain informed me,
on the ground, so to speak,
though a peep from the back row
let the Big Boss know it was
most assuredly English.
“Aah,”, a seamless shift into
System Failure Operational Recovery Control mode,
“Steady on, Man...not our first rouge wave!”;
relief, a coursing undertow,
but I nod to them as if I know,
fascinated smile in place.


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