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if the sun
alleges the moon was right what then of mythology and when neptune again beats my father will i again wake up and wonder and then i see i see an intellect ant i see eighty times the intellect drained and when what the wind is and what the wind is not will the soot in the nunnery allege the black black bird killed the imagination and i i am not myself i am made of bricks and the cement that holds me holds me only in the void |
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Good one
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thank you
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I like it,but it may be beyond me,i carnt grasp the meaning! help!
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Deep and empty of the vast plains of logic, comes the virture of free thoughts. Nicely written jim...
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