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Saturday, April 20, 2019

Google It: The Poem

Godot comes up
followed by
love
morning
death
in that order.
Sighing,
I try "waiting to."
Exhale, Google says
and then
says it's an action word
(so I've heard).
Waiting for Godot.
Vladimir and Estragon
were waiting for
a guy who never came.
Again, I google
"waiting for."

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