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Robyn Art

Look, I’ve got nothing to say about the roses. Or the poplars, or the sprightly elms, or anything clogging up the airways with it’s tedious blossoms and spores. All day the passive-aggressive trees have been sloughing-off their epidermi beneath the tires of passing cars, the wind battling around the self-pitying rain— Hey, you think you get problems? It’s times like this that I hate Poetry…