"The hourglass parts paternally and maternally with life flowing in between," ... by The Poet. granules enigmatic essences yields the life source epitomized in the desert aglow ... granulites a rose an aspiring hope as maternal eyes glides afloat calming dust devils common there ... desert air steads an apparition of a wife her vision that maketh every dreamer dreaming cometh true ... the sun befell upon my lap like tumbleweeds brushing alongside my legs forever drifting, turning, tumbling, and tumbling along until disturbing utterance of confusion ... yakety, yakety, yak it's incessant and I'm all alone so what am I to do now oh, there's his milk bottle ... I was in a coarse place sliding down a course all glassey it was fun there I don't like it here, hey, what was that where'd it go, sounds goo-goo now ga-ga I will make sounds too, wah, wah, wah ... that's alright I'll grab his bottle my dear ...
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