(dream) by decoy hunches Sun Jun 24 2012 at 4:31:44 
A shell game of groans against the day 
again these tings they connote: slay
the dragon well good enough now 
when you think of monks, chip 
per the rabid in the noonsky
oh me oh my kitty pot pie
let us go now and pop up from stately pleasure dome
you and sly walk back through 
before you could crawl
drag on these weary tropes: answer for the muir if 
you would demure to 
share this bench 
with me 
mith we
maybe aloe maybe so
surround your self with your future selves
oversqyarerend tell me how it came to be sell me last, quell my past
unring what is sung up on
a ganglion DANCE
of fourmofo-cosmo hisseld: old granfad laid to rest,
he made the best of the wurst of intonations, resonant to the last rasp the end he foughttokeepbackagainst theremainsoftheclay for
THIS WAS TOM
OR ROW

i don't glow, she sighed dully.
I like it!

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