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Once upon a time 
as this paragraph beings, 
the first sentence 
leads to the end.
My intentions 
intending these words 
that I'm sending to you 
as a friend 
I extend.
If you have an ear 
that you can hear 
with right here 
then would you lend, 
as for me 
an ear of corn 
I will send.
You can not ascend 
from descending 
and descend 
from ascending 
at the same point and time 
then transcend from pretending. 
Over the deep end 
is where I'm blind 
and blend in 
with the blended, 
blendingly unblending.
To defend 
is to commend, 
condescended 
by this condescension 
as the weak 
continously condescend.
A sinning offender 
repeatedly without surrender, 
a fake grinning contender 
a mindbender 
to remember.
Broken at the skin 
as I broke at the mend, 
I can not ammend 
what I broke at the bend, 
how swimmingly I now drown 
broken at the fin, 
up with dope smoke 
now it's gone with the wind.
Once again and again 
on this poison 
independently 
I depend again.
Once again 
once again 
and again 
and again 
for myself 
I must fend 
once again.
As for me as for I as for myself I must tend.
Once again and again, again once again, I spend again once again, hemmed in by the wickedness they vend again.
A misfit now nowhere I find I fit in,
self loathing is becoming my trendy new trend, inside me is the enemy I unbecomingly befriend,
looking in the mirror I am sincerely contemned, I'll take one on the chin for I am MR. ZINN. Distance I recommend from yourself and from your sins from within, demons can become closer than your first next of kin, I keenly comprehend as all around me is clearly condemned.
Depending the ending with the ending still pending, I'm attending perhaps intending on pretending in a happy ending.
As the stingy and dingy infringe on this binge, I am singed and unhinged by their twinge as they cringe. Red ink stains on the wall like bloody dope inside a rusty syringe. Pensive I set and spin with my red inked bic pen, pinned in by my pen thoughts I send.
Although the beginning is now ending and the ending has begun beginning, with the extended ending still pending I'm splendidly zen.
It's not so much how you start the race that mostly matters, nor does it matter much where it's at WIN you begin.
What's comparatively imperative is the fact of the matter what's more importantly rather is how you finish it and where your heart's at WIN you end.
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