Update (#poem)

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There’s no money in poetry

There’s no poetry in money…either

Caught between the blue and green

The broken promises, the shattered compass

that led me to this time and place

If I could play guitar, I’d play it loud

If I could find a sketchpad, I’d draw a crowd

Last night, my subconscious asked me:

Who needs a memory when you have a hard drive?

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