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After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt, 
Krakatoa lost mighty noise, 
outrageous phenomena qualified regarding
tremendous unearthly violent 
whiplashing xing yawping zeitgeist!
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Imagine; The giant from Jack and the beanstalk, deign
Paul Bun, or the Jolly Green Giant, 
straddling an imaginary line
between fall and winter. Therein lied the rub 
(a tub tub three men in a tub), a question of mine
if pecking peccadillos peculiar per pretend puppies
engaged in any...Snoop...doggy style spine
tingling homosexual behavior,

no who matter intimated naked playtime also flourished 
amidst can dyed cornicopia of good 'n plenty eats 
contrasted with paucity, 
life and death, Halloween evolved 
as a celebration and superstition with wine
woman and song. Such weaning of the hallow, 

or hallow of the weaner originated
with ancient Celtic festival of Samhain,
when village people would light vanity of bonfires,
and wear politically incorrect costumes
to ward off roaming ghosts of inept leaders 
if necessary rivaling Tarzan impressions 
swinging on a vine.

The Mound of the Hostages car bon mot dated 
(by this amateur sigh hint hussed) 
at 4,500 to 5000 years old, or there about
suggesting Samhain celebrated long before
first Celts arrived in Ireland
about 2,500 years ago with no cleats boot riveting clout
Samhain (pronounced /'s??w?n/ 

SAH-win or /'sa?.?n/ SOW-in,
Irish pronunciation: without, 
or possibly Greek to this doubt
ting Thomas – [s??u?n?]), 
a Gaelic festival marking the end,
when pollination ceased to flout
ushered advent of harvest season,

and beginning cust tomb of caw king grout,
discussing the epic winter of Gilgamesh, 
or the "darker half" of the year,
when one feasted on giblets and sauer kraut
Halloween rooted er beer reed in ancient biers
caravansari doggedly exhumed along route,
66 (the third beastly 6
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