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Streaming wherefor you listen to music.
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On a mountain in VermontA man, while choosing fontsFor a letter to the PopeAbout depriving Men of hope,Devised a simple methodWhere all would be affected. “We’ll call it Academia!”He exclaimed to not a soul.A really stupid concept but theyUse it for control.
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On a Midsummer NightI found, with delight,That my lady had roseWith a blush on her nose.“My lady,” I prayed,“You look lovely today.Your brilliance is unmatchedIn Poetry or Prose.”She whispered to me,(And it felt like a dream)“Young Poet,Adoring you comes easy to me.You know it takes painTo experience pleasure.I’m proud of your spiritIt only gets better.”
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Skechers and fetchers are running the world.Sketchy and messy, their plans are unfurled:Fool all the world into believing lies.Insist on them thoroughly. No compromise.Make sure they never know they’re all that is.They’re the important thing.This is all here for them.Tell them they live on a ball out in “Space.”Sure, tales tell the truth but we’ll…
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A shoutout to a loyal reader. They called him John Coyote.He liked to do peyote.He said it took him off somewhereLike dreaming while awake. I told him we should do it,There’s really nothing to it.Just send me some of your stashCome on, John. Don’t be fake.
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I’m a modern day poetMost people forgotJust what a poet is andWhat it is not.It’s not pretentious-sounding proseArranged like a poem.It’s real thoughts and feelingsFinding a home.It’s a little like a danceWhere characters showNot masked and not taskedWith the pretensive loadRequired when admired by theWrong sort of folk.We gotta deal with the realAnd give the…
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Saturn rules this “Planet.”He thinks it quite hilariousYou think that it’s a planetHe never dreamed of such successYou’re praising him not knowingBy praying to your Elden God.Be it Allah or El.It makes no sense.It seems so odd.Why worship the creatorOf the made up realm we’re in,When we could worship the Sun—who’s usAnd all of us…
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I thought about it for awhile and I just figured out this storm is God telling me, relax. There’s nothing so important it must be done now. I do have groceries to pick up though. Thunderstorms.Thank you Lord.But you know I’ve things to do.I guess you find this funny.I have my eye on you. Editing…
Musings of the Mad 