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Eight-ninths of a Hah'koo Set / or did I mis'count?
If there were nothing
"bad" in this world, we would have
would have to contrive
it.
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believing weevil
becomes one wit d'devil,
to raise a dollar
or two.
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Fire finished my girl.
Only questionable dust
remains. How can such occur
these days?
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Eye be'lieve naught a
word that i write. And why would
you care if I did
tonight?
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Aye'm weary and worn
wit each throb'o my
heart. Just eXcuse me
for now.
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for now, it's come time
to take the tick'tock
out from the body's
pocket.
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empathy is my
"game". Just roll the dice.
Hey! just roll the damn
dice!
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No more. The day is
done filled wit weeping.
What else can be done?
alone?
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