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O, You Paradoxymoronic Duplicity, You !
Oh, the moon came over the mountains,
and the dear little cantaloupe played.
If seldom the void becomes a tacit little word,
on the track where my soul-hole had lain.
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2020sep16dkzkdankozakpoomsNidee'lized-imagery.(period!)
Published 16th Sep 2020
| Edited 18th Sep 2020
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17th Sep 2020 00:28am
17th Sep 2020 3:43pm
18th Sep 2020 1:25pm
Magnetron's Bizarreness Detector won't stop sending out Amber Alerts for Dorothy. We're not in Kansas anymore.
"Paradoxymoronic"
Danny, have you ever considered publishing your own dictionary?
"Paradoxymoronic"
Danny, have you ever considered publishing your own dictionary?
18th Sep 2020 5:55pm
No. Too much work for a diseased heart to handle.
I guess when i die, it will then have to be considered a
Dead Language.
Or
perhaps just a Dead Quipage.
I guess when i die, it will then have to be considered a
Dead Language.
Or
perhaps just a Dead Quipage.
