The day called out the night.

Right as the dawn told Dusk,

Why even meet me at midday,

When you can’t see me by twilight tonight.



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Deal me a day,

Where your hand is 

my joker,

this life folds

as I hold and bluff.



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Rst. Nsvs#0109

And then the heavens colluded with Aldebaran.

For Hell was not on Sirius 7,

As I count the sands of Asia

and the stars of Antarctica.

We will land on a part of,

yet not on a partial sec

Of that parsec.💬



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The pen was looking for the pencil.

A paper has been filled missing by the image office.

Captain Black said to the yellow press.

The author has been investigated and he has been seen with the shredder.



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Rohan me a gap,

where all mine were Moira’s.

Why Mordor all that which has no Shire,

only which a precious one ring,

that burzum a lugburz that hate this grishnack of an elven Ent.


Why do I always Lewis that Tolkein,

Damn you Morris.

If it weren’t for your essay on Fangorn,

I’d be running a long like rabbit out of Mirkwood

into that night,

where Alice would at least drink a cup of alcohol tea,

and loving one to two hoopla of my Lewis into all these.


MiniMacros ds.808

The ink ran

while a magnet canned a can of chips.

A pen moved

while a transistor loved its relay to a motor.

Why did the stylus broke apart

when the user can not seen to seen,

only a wallet that was left at the scene.

Opened and broken and not stolen,

yet its contents have nothing but its own tears

from just this year.


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™XENOphagz, XenoGrapx

Post as like not to subscribe yet commented

Smile me a simile as

 would I be a clown 

but not a joker.

Love me a board to be

 not be as bored although I can make

 a cord of those carboards.

Why then like a like when I 

cannot even comment as 

my own comet be as an irony

 to be liked and frowned on.



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link me a line,

where all hooks gather at the same time.

As this sinks to sunk a sucker to swim,

for I cannot go further from my own fodder.


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