Bubble Language School

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A Poem for January 5th, 2024

This poem is for

Today, I’m going to shave my head.

But first, I must get out of bed.

I look in the mirror and see a different person,

Every iteration becomes a new version.

The sky welcomes another day.

Keeping all my useless words at bay.