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This continuous flow we’ve encountered
Has made us very incapacitated

Someone’s been pouring too much wine
At this bar, called The Flux, so outdated

Still, a gathering of others, keep streaming in
They all appear to be quite inundated

By the amount of spirits making the rounds
Which is making us all nauseated

So, we’ll meet by the old clock tower
The one that’s so antiquated

Get in the DeLorean, cause that’s the one
Where the driver has been designated

Strap on your seat belt, get ready to fly
Your senses will become exhilarated

For once you are in the car with Doc
You can count on being evaporated




April Writing Prompt:  Meet ya later by the flux capacitator – Day 11/30

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