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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Why should the mimic apologize? Where are the cupboards? Where are the wages? Where is the tailor? I had no use for algebra, I knew it- in as much incognito on a prefabricated track, in order that.... free thinking then supposing, til warning for dreamless help provided, a typewritten treat from this meditative cell on a bi-directional night, just as incensing this layer, once shouting, against kaleidoscoped winds... Will the dubious cartoon walk on top of the comparison? or will the prevailing keystroke provoke a smashing debt? Their marriage possessed an alcoholic copyright. just as the about face twists the rear.... A wizard paces..... surveying the blackboard just when a scholar stands, and rocks across a page, so that unless Some author squeezes, a western dialect, lest now his leisure violates, a once welcomed, road of gold on the critical side, in as much until and even faster still, a projecting spontaneous cricket, now in a graveyard embarrassed by his wasteful song, messy thoughts, broken prized belief, sweeping away the cheat, disregarding the window from the top, so that a porter yawns, outside the offending captor, who wears a wolf pendant, underneath the inside havoc, if only the technology collapses before the funerals, thick attack, talk on top, of frozen outlines, and a leather sofa cracked, from opinions changing, as correspondence leaked, so behind smoke, a fire of desire lurking near the conflicting repertoire, next to the guilty bystander, raining like a thief, now interferes, who stirs the sticks... across the crossroads, Can the music spin the guilty onto a bandwagon until the other staggering strangers advancing, to the next fizzy, dizzy, bog... while guides await in order to assault corrupted fantasies, beside crystal strips, where rusty knights in armor, sitting on a park bench trying every half measure, disturbing breezes, in the haze of memories. Stir these random thoughts and let their impressions talk to you and one another. Who knows how the mind really works?
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