will not be a drone,
Rather RAD I say,
Leave you feeling
unalone.
I'll serve it up
in lavender and leather
Enticed by the sweetness of a perfect little feather
Not some yuk ole gnome
Sitting in your yard
Stoic and cold
Frozen and hard.
Alive I say,
With Steve Jobs Soul
Thank heavens I like the chap,
Down with him, I roll!
This is not bad, I have to admit
If this greatness persist
I'll have to sell this shit!
Make a buck or two, on my etrade app
Or buy some new swag, in Gucci wrap!
What comes of yesterday when I didn't know thee,
This iPad is the bomb, it was SO made for ME!
Sent from my iPad
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