z2. 2-10. Untitled

My frequency grants me title
To state my regularity.
The shop is quaint
To find comfort in society.
Among any who would listen
For any would.
So I spout and vent my knowledge.
It earns me smiles.
In humor I can confide
Until no longer my cup runneth over.
It feels so emtpy at the bottom
So to deep pockets.
A refill please!
And I can continue my conversation.

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