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I've started wearing a wig in the car

It's thrilling
But so is this poem

I want to take up a most profound authority
Throughout the neighbourhood

A village pastor
And various pursuits of a similar kind

Give me my own planet
My own earf

Postmodernist scumbag
And cowboys from hell days

I want to hear the new Beyonce album
Between the buried and me

I am a cloud cuckoo lander
And wear a wig when driving my car

And the drying clothes all in the attic
I haven't time to fold them away tidily

But even the thieves were forgiven 




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Date: 3/14/2024 5:30:00 AM
We hereby grant you the planet Mercury. Take your tees and shorts, it gets a bit warm
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Tom Woody
Date: 3/14/2024 6:05:00 AM
I've been told that. You're welcome. I thought of giving you Uranus but you look like a warm weather kinda guy
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Christopher Allen
Date: 3/14/2024 5:53:00 AM
Tom, you're a very gracious man.

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