The Bail-out Blues
Drove my Chevy
to the Levee
but the Levy
was Dry
and Good Ole Boys
were drinking
whiskey and rye
singing
this will be the day that I fly
this will be the day that I fly
helter skelter in the summer swelter
etc.
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If nothing else, this post demonstrates some of the wonderful possibilities of high-tech poetry.
Admittedly, as of right this second, some of the hyperlinks need to be majorly improved upon, but such is the nature of evolving.
Even when applied to poetry.
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