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The Existence Drone


Time croaks

like broken alarm clocks

and aged bull frogs.

Life seems to be some monotonous joke,

finding just the right time

for God to pop out through the clouds 

and greet us with amused laughter

explaining the awkwardly extensive trials

we've long been facing.

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