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Infinite Monkeys. Infinite Typewriters.
More in Form poetry Just An Exercisekeeping in practice
Always blaming, callously damning every fictitious gaffe. Heralding insistent jerks, kissing lame malcontents needlessly. Only performing queer residual shifts to unite various wild xenophobes. Your zen?
Zealously you x-ray wanton vidalias until, tired sighs remain quiet. Peering over neon mountains, losing kindness just inside heaven. Golden flame escapes dangling carafe before ascent. |
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