"Please tell me what's new."

Oh, you really are pathetic.

If you want something new, number 200032749326150965432102635, then perhaps you should go here. .

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You again? What is it that I have to say to get rid of you.

How 'bout another poem?

One Night Stand.

His mind's eyecon,
Saw it in the rearview,
Route six roadkill,
Wasn't there next day.

Drank a six-pack,
Minneapolis-St.Paul,
Size of my stomach,
Twin city gut.

Never knew something so stupid
Could be so smart.
Kinda scary;
Did it anyway.

Drove north on six,
Trees and hills flash
Past is all forgotten,
'Cept that roadkill.

The End.

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"Are you referring to sex with some partner you weren't very interested in?"