D: Wednesdays are Druid’s Day, A . . . what are you doing?
A: Ignore the woman behind the ‘publish post’ button.
D: Nice try, oh puny and not-so-powerful woman.
A: Fine. I’m trying to expand into that lyrical prose thing. Since it’s just for you, I figured it would be appropriate.
D: Well, since it’s for me. . . wait, are you saying I should be at the end of a barrel?
A: If the poem fits, D. If the poem fits.
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Tell me the truth,
Said at the head of a cold barrel.
Undo the latch –
Who knows what whispers spill.