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I'm taking you up on your kind invitation to review poems. As I am unable to update one of my poems while the drag-and-drop is broken, here's the revised version of the poem I'm trying to revise:

Pixels in the Sink
by Edgar J. Wurst the 2020th

Fresh and rested though I woke that day
At the sight of my desk and my chair
My soul rebelled; and I thought “No way
Can I spend another whole day there”
Yet that was the life I ever chose
New in country, lost among the streets
All rebellion, it drew to a close
My child, my words, beyond my life you greet

And thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink

Head bent, neck bowed, fingers to the keys
I whiled the dayends’ dwindling time
In deep comfort saying No to ease
And my words, they never made a dime
Yet I ever lived beyond my death
Life was, to me, that my words endure
Ever to be still my living breath
In death live, robust, pristine, and pure

And thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink

Take for you what my life ever wrought
Words that live my death as I died life
Only for them life I ever sought
With them have forever I yet bought
Of their own will my words me now sing
O’er my dust, my specks, my true life ring
As thus was my splendid life of ink
More than only pixels in the sink