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Within My Quasi Immediate Environs Number 1

An unexpected burst of energy helped fashion a second poem he ving up from deep within the key per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que cull lee coalescing, buta not three endeavors crafted since quota we kind to exhaust passion before zee... land revisited, when a call for shot eye guarantees, a dearth of ideas will no longer fly with plentitude, whereby exertion from this guy will necessitate to type briskly before hie.... ah...whew...just when I felt at a loss what to write... bitta bing bitta bang (optional chitty at no extra cost), lo and behold ear splitting, appalling sounds did in vite until dusk hands clapped over each ear tight to muffle noise pollution spite fully generated by rambunctious youths, who know no right that gunning engines quite obnoxious, and that conviction edited (by me) tubby polite buffer this chap hunkers down for the night. the following constitutes the e-man soup pay wanton declaration emphatically, independently, and obnoxiously transmitted thru ether these loathsome roar of dirt bikes punctuates the formerly quiet air where local high school teenage mutant ninja male turtles blare (an educated presumption) at top notch threshold decibel definitely inducing deafness, which will soon be clear to those motorheads flooring accelerator scaring deer and other sparse wildlife, whose engines I hear miles away, cuz this bard **** got extreme (ear river rent) hyper sensitivity to sound perhaps linkedin tummy predisposition, could allow ma

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