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Where's Ed Cayce When I Need Him? (a throwaway poom).
the onliest sense is blessed
nonsense.....
unsensed
unsensible
senseless.
O,
how be yOur senses?
smell? vision? taste? touch?
O'shit. what's the other one ?
Don't be sensible. Just tel me, dammit
Ah, yes.....'earing.....&balance (in d'inner ear)
And have you a sixth sense.
or seventh, or eight ........
A sense to reach beyond death?
A sense to bring me to my little girl?
Extra Sensory Perception?
(widely known as sixth sense, but may
be seventh.......who cares?
it may be that
you care. Bless you........me?
I know nothing of
any of it.
Just idle, sense of wordplay.
No goal. No avail. No reward.
No reunions.
Just empty play.
wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
2020dkzk===================dkzk2020
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