Lovering Along The Watermelon Vine
Put (out) the trash can, can ye pleas ?
h can " , can you say that if you can?
(I thought I can! So Think I can)
(oh, you do, do you?
do you do
the ponies tell you (to do)
in time to "pony up" as aye heard'm say?
[ don't lie to me! don't lie to me!
I'll lie to you about anything of every thing, but
don't You lie to me ].
Lie after lie wandered thru the wildwood reading
E.Kant, and "Love Is A Dog From Hell",
f-ailing to no-tice the beauties
of naturality abounding. Twas a hard recognition,
as hard as to keep me weepin; for she, for her, who
never will return in joyous circumstance (or any circum-
at all ).
So take my leave,
So, leave my 'me'.
So take my love
and underwhelm me wit me own and ownly horsey shit piled up 'round me knees,
and soon we'll see what aye thought I saw in terms of (my) awe sum mind-brain ailing securities..
One can only wish there was a love some-where as break one out of one's comfort tomb,
til we can eat and drink in pure nakedness, that which is
what eye wish wee deserve.
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~~~~~An awful rendering of some non sequitur which graciously appeared
on the lawn ~~~~