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here's where I will store my April 2024 Dew Drop-In poems |
April 6 Death Cafe Joe Lewis woke up He had a strange dream He had found himself In a café In a bad part of town In a strange city The café was filled With strange looking Creatures He realized They were all ghosts Drinking Hell’s beer One of them To him Saying, “Welcome to Hell’s Death Café Bar and Grill” Joe asked “Am I dead?” “Not yet But you will be soon” He woke up turned on the news walked outside a terrorist bomb blew up his apartment And he found himself Back in Death Café and had a drink With his ghost buddies. |