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Monkeys (Can Use Tools)

Acrophobics on a tight rope, one inch off the ground. anticipated serendipity, the deaf can feel sound. acutely apathetic, because anarchy rules! abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools. balanced insanity, becoming partially undone. just when they think it's over, it has only just begun! with apathetic interest and in my humble arrogant way. i balance my own insanity, with a casual formality. but, my heart is burning cold, through colorless kaleidoscope. because everything is lost, since we gave up hope. it's a comedic tragedy, a Common abnormality. what goes up, must surely fall. and when it's mother on the line... no one takes the call. consistently inconsistent, with critical acclaim. explicitly ambiguous, pretend you're not the same. diminutive giants, diligent in our sloth. cheerfully cynical, the authentic replica. binging on moderation, are the charlatans of truth. abundant spiritual poverty, monkeys can use tools. please proceed with caution, it is dangerously safe. if you're a deaf listener, something just might penetrate! but use direct circumvention, from point A onto point B. for doubting are believers, in divided unity!

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Date: 11/16/2010 9:38:00 AM
It is very cold here in Springfield,Ohio today. But I must say your poetry has pulled my heartstrings. Thank you for sharing it Teddy. Love, Carol
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