Daily Poems for 2025

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The coaster
returns
to the platform.

Eyes bleary,
voice weary,
the operator
croaks,
“All done, sir?”

“Again,”
I tell him.

“Again,
and this time
add another loop!”

11/365


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The AI has turned the poem into an older man riding a dragon-themed roller coaster, raising his arm in delight. The roller coaster is coming off the rails and is also on fire. What a ride!