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Municipal Bills and Elon Musk

Driving down from my eyrie, I write to sound learned while the extent of my education was as a cook in the merchant navy and often thrown ashore in mystic harbors as a fabulist
I thought since there was no proof of god's existence, regarded among the intellectuals as a pastime
Subject I still would like to know who is in charge of rainbows! I would like to know,
if he is an artist, why he used the same colors last time I checked. there were seven, perhaps a broader spectrum will live things up like a weekly show
at six o'clock
I once saw a rainbow, soaking wet, over a waterfall and was miserable, and since
it just hung there, it had no ending, and therefore lacked the promise
of economic bliss
I sent Elon an email the other day kidding him
 he took offense, you see
he found the crock of gold all by himself, and now he is trying to find something worthwhile to do with his spare time, like going to Mars and saving humanity
At the bottom of that hill, I crossed a bridge beyond the land, which was sparse and dry
 the few Palestinians were allowed to live in tents provided they wore traditional dress when tourists came around they were the rest of a nation stolen and the people eradicated, but the few who survived were taken good care of I had forgotten the water bill on the mantlepiece, just as well
the next war will be about water.

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