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My Terminal LunchBox

up'ly
� � � � � � � �down'ly
� � �wrongly � � � � � �rightly,
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � " i t "
all comes to a finite
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � con'clusion, � (as in) �an end.

We i'magine
� � � � � � � � �some-thing � � �else. � � �The Eternal.
� � � � � � � � � � � The Everlasting.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �The Infinite.........
And we i'magine
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � we � � � � � �are �this � � � �interminalness.
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �unending,
� � � � � � � � � � �" world without end, Amen"........
as to that which is
only i'maginable in our sweet'ego'd bonedome(s).....

only i'maginable.......................

so ends an'other silly'ass po'em pondering
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � the imponderable......

(why thfck not?) � � �

� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � �g'night / g'moanin' / g'day

(uh, by-the-way....)
� � � � � (is
� � � � � � �it � � �time for
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � lunch yet ? )

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