Super and new, fans look like stadiums, cooool. Seats—crowded, towered... Inside, cheering, curvatiously and victoriously... seats full, challenged. Are seats an arrival? Who winds the opponent's game? Board the same with stormed floors. What turns the fan, slices air like pizza or pie with a thick score. At the tops, somehow, it's family staying together.
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K. A. Smith – published author and poet with experience in architectural design. I try to bring love and life into every poem or story. I believe every piece of art is "effective" in some way. Please follow along, and share your thoughts.
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