I dreamt of a purple potato chicken.
Or a chicken with a purple potato for a body. More like a purple potato with the motor skills of a chicken. Like so:
โThough legends are sometimes honored with a cult
The strange and saintly retain a biology
They have friends everywhere
They have the iffy look of people that are freeโ
Three poems by Eric Amling.
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