Part three of banjo...
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Wales: Banjo, why will you not talk to me?
Girl from the ether: wales your relationship is over, He moved on.
Wales: Oh god, he, who was he?
Girl from the ether: Banjo.
Wales: Oh.
Girl from the either: Banjo’s boyfriend Ben, Ben is nice or do you want to be Ben?
Wales: And what exactly do you have to do with all this, may I ask? And don't get me wrong, I'm glad you're here it’s just that you’re acting like a third party.
Girl from the ether: I am the lurker, a people’s watcher, a human viewer like jaynie in her blog. Did you read it?
Wales: I try to; I try to read every blog.
I'm, not here, am I?
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Girl from the ether: Every blog?
Wales: I have no idea, I forgot what all the talk was talking about hours ago; but you do know don't you, that it will soon be Christmas time again with jingle bells and a tingled kiss under the mistletoe every three hours. You do know this don't you?
Baby take control of me, I’m all yours.
In the winter things are different. In the winter it is very cold. In the winter our minds work very hard for that extra piece of toast.
Wow, been there.
Banjo, cough up.
The change is out of the till.
And the fingers are curling.
Whoo, there’s owl birds around here somewhere.
Banjo: Do you see owl birds?
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Wales: Banjo, are you there. Grumble grumble grumble. If I don't watch out I'll be talking to myself again, and if that don’t get you, nothing will, not on this level anyway, it is advisory to take a pill.
I am sorry, my mind is going downhill fast, I am no longer here, goodbye, see you tommorrowwww, byeeee.
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Existence was separating itself in every moment, and just like some wishbone growing the hair long; it was the sun sea dance every day, it was a moment peerage blind, and in pain with it all the trying to write poems in this wind that was blowing away, blowing me away, like a rocket to the moon.
Oh, twit twoo, twit twoo, said the wind blowing away in all the rust where I was rusting.
Finger soup, said the fish swimming in the bowl I was clutching as the taxi swayed from side to side on the bumpy road.
The earth grows bounties if you’ll let it. Take the next left here…
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Link to the parts before this one: https://steemit.com/powerhousecreatives/@wales/the-second-pass-the-banjo-poem-no-2
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