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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dozing before take-off. Patients etherized and unable, Evening spread into the distance Silly solitaire cards spread on pull-down table. I hate toves with imagined importance Giving direction to momeraths who do not need it. Through my window Ants - like small people from 3000 feet. Petite stewardess's candy for pressure-reduction pain. EAT ME It’s food that makes my feelings small My feeling’s not so big at all I’ve never felt a big and dizzy love whirl But better to have loved a pretty short girl Than never to have loved a tall One Jubjub obsessed with one minute’s lateness there His last creativity was when he got up off his potty. All in sync. Seat belts. Seats upright. Put cards away, sir. Feeling dizzy from wine in the waiting lounge. DRINK ME. A liquor which can make me grow Is not so very bad you know Taller guys make better dancers Taller animals better prancers Giraffes are fast and lizards slow I have known toves, and listened, bored, and heard Their drunken speeches at parties, wary of the Jubjub bird. Our silver bird’s rolling now. And we Switch off cell-phones. No more calls that Say nothing to no one. In the ethereal world of electro-chat, We need items marked SMOKE ME. Horizon seems with puffs to bend The sunset seems to never end The silver wings can lift us all sky-high Where snow and rainfall disappear with sigh As through the clouds of smoke we wend Caterpillar clouds with hookahs on a mushroom bed. Be careful: one minute late into Stansted - Queen of Hearts will off-with-my-head. Through the glass I see ground - those people in sight From 3000 feet are in fact ants: for our silver bird is still grounded tight. A cabin-sign lights up, saying KICK ME Too long I tarried in this field of fools Where each one follows some imagined rules Wonderland characters are notably oblivious to logic Their dramatic, wordy isolation is patently ridiculous and loquaciously tragic The drool of mules fuels the rules of schools. I delight to have my part of the drama said: If you’re too old or inflexible for the job - off with your head. Kick me for tolerating it too long and hard. I have said they’re only silly cards; But in my game of solitaire void and null I should have been more forceful.
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