Poem -
Post Apocalypse Harvest
The tide rolls in as scheduled
Churning a foamy blanket
Always good to see old friends
Though we know it's temporary
We hungry gulls wait patiently
for the inevitable global revolution
to reveal the feast when the tide recedes
as we reap the spoils of planned anarchy
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