I felt the special gnawing days ago
A sign of things to come
And things to go
Flying from my mouth
While farther south
The end of lunch as we know it
Leaves me dry as a bone
In a bagful of powdered desiccant
In the Sonoran desert
At noon.
WHAT IS A POEM? ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE CAN TELL YOU.
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A little book of poems by a poet named code-davinci-002 has been getting a
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15 hours ago
Oh no . . . So sorry to hear this! Your last four lines of "dry" humor are exquisite, though.
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