Sometimes I like to turn the surrealism button way, way, way up.
Other times, I like to keep the surrealism on a very low simmer.
A young girl named Raquel Raccoon
grew up far too soon.
Her brother was shot
in a love battle lost
on the floor in a gin soaked saloon.
Sometimes I like to write beautifully melodic poetry.
Other times, I just write really bad limericks.
You're welcome!
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