Walkie Talkies After

[tomoffing]

There are other parts of this already posted. And other parts not posted. Other poems posted, beginning the story, and other parts not posted, continuing the story.

As it goes on, it explains more, but the language becomes less, a little, less negotiable.

But that you looked at it, and looked into it, gives me more incentive to post the other parts. It shows you took the time enough to wonder what was going on.

But, now, if you don't want to read any more after this, and after what I said, just now, about this, I'll take that into consideration too.

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If you already knew about the other poems about these people before this, you can say that too.

But some of this was supposed to irk people, because it irks me.

Then there are the other parts I wrote weeks ago. Some of them drunk, and all of them desperate.

I was completely unaware Rowens. And I try to avoid previous comments before posting thoughts so as not to bias myself.
There was a note of foolishness after posting and finding the wider context.
Either way, I enjoyed it. Do what you will with the feedback.