Those silver cans ofgovernment meat, seton the table with a redand white checkeredtablecloth.An old yellow light hungon a chain illuminatingthe can of meat.It tasted like flavorlessgum.It seemed like a mish-mashof byproducts that no oneelse wanted.Mom always tried to makea...

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Greetings Deepunderground, we have formulated a response to your artistic language of poetryAt first, we could not decode the language in its emotional stateIt came to us singing through the universesAnd our top scientists and seershave been trying to...