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from: The Diary of The Journal in The Annals of................

coffee lost of it's daybreak luxuriance...
{& daybreak also, as well}

thy p'ills ne'er hadda toomuch pop,but
poppa'd they be
in po'etic parod'ox, plunging earthward(&
Ascending too!} , {nevertheless,

a little weebitty bit of bland
discaution is bound t'go alongway unto
thee
procuring'o of landed realestate in Heaven}

they been known to say
he been like a gatekeeper of ParaDice f'quite
sumtime now, ob
serving all manner of hummin'meat walk by or run
on by,[ wit dutiful head-sets tuned to a millionstations
� � �of thee latest pleasantural distractants money
� � �would buy th'bye ]
but there be no gate,no lock,no key....just
visions
of unthinkable sand,sea,sky spreaded about thee GreatWherever...
just Don'tLookNow, as ye got all-thee-time-in-thee-world for that shit later, &
many be the pressing issues of our real delusions today,(belief,anyone?).

thee popu'lace cannot tolerate poetry, & wee self-proclaimated
poetrists are just a little less fullashit during our brief �sometimes of maybe-per-haps......like
� � � � � � � � � � what can'ye do,eh,sparky?

enough wit my faultfinding finding fault wit Our Universal Self!

enough of/for too much!

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