Buried under yellow pages so paper to find that in all these equations is sweet sunny dew-light and mornings in bed

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Hundred count leaps and ponders on,
Cut for methods industry and on,
Overdosed on metal we walk on,
When you look and see behind the rosy dawn.

Don't ask me that,
Don't ask me why.

I said, carry... wait.
Blesséd... hate,
torsion wrenched limb and bone alike
don't smoke to live, don't live to write.

when I, the uttered moonbeams care to speak,
mostly meanger,
wicked,
weak.

Don't spy like that. Don't spy.
You've got your methods that you can try,
torsion wrenched limb and bone alike
don't smoke to live, don't live to write.

Maybel Taintress went down to 5 and dime,
cut and bleeding,
crying,
listless,
dry.
We've said, "That's not right,"
"That's crooked, wicked, west."
"That's all I care to know - finite strong and pressed."

Don't atomize this. Don't atomize.
Open lids, lips and realize,
dusk IS dawn wreathed in ash and smoke,
blended to the chimney,
written into jokes,

bled hat
hot hut
mild peach
cold touch

I'll say one more thing:
don't blink, begun,
hapless tweaked and merrily,
the fun has just begun.
Sunlight, sunless, surrender, west.

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Ooh, that joke was REALLY funny. Sometimes my eyes water when I read that one, but it isn't crying because I'm happy.

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Skillet man caress the fire
he's got a pocket of wishes - won't take him far.
dance in the flames, boy,
not so meek,
he's got FEET for BRAINS
and BRAINS for FEET.