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April 27, 2014

 

 

An enraptured madness of a surrealist joke,

where all things possible, and thoughts provoke.

When wingless birds take to the air,

soaring through the thermals, without a care.

 

And widgets of the world unite,

for a Can-Can fest’ around midnight.

And lost leaders out of nowhere win;

with a twisted, barley sugared grin.

 

From his mouth comes spewing, lime green gunge,

as the devil dances on a bathtub sponge.

The surrealist route, an escape from hell,

when all other therapy, to the ground has fell.

 

 

 

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