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Behold. A Mold Rolled ( For Love of Thee ) An Obvious Epiphany.
eStop messin wit my very
dear
self, for one more mo-
ment
(s)
.
i cherish the grass you green upon,
as happens every
as happens in some accelerated moments, to slowdown.
As happens As happened
now that tis muchmuch too late to even
settle for some swindlsome Career,
(jus't'see how it suits ye, & believe you me, it Fits just fine)
This continental continent keeps pourin'more con'crete that any
certified rockhead, gotta
fill
all
them holes that the peeps try to squeeze
in through that follisome hubris that the Men tie
round they's big;ass cajones
and in the end and the end, them bullballs was nothing but "cajones muertos",
wit admittedly a little disaromia hinting about.
No time for fuckin'floppy follisomnia, (reading a papal bull ), but what You Want
is no longer available.
The tariffs were much too stressful.
Okay, so, I KNOW what's GOOD for me, and thus,
I'll getthefuck
o u t of here
before it gets too dark too dark
to be told not t'be
here.........
(y'know?)
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