DENIZENS OF A LAWNCARE
All those non-stop talkers can enter Heaven
with me; talking burning talking alike. I can
assay their ore and count their gold right
with them, doing double-time to give a Devil
its due. Coming on aboard, everyone soon
realizes that we are moving. A stellar light
encircles time, as we are leaving Dodge.
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I am sure there is no meaning behind the meaning
of the reasons given for the meanings. It is all
an encapsulated jigsaw, a puzzle for the faint
of heart. We are weasels anyway - holding
hoses to water a patterned lawn.
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Put down your arms then, rascal. You are too
thin and really too weak for this combat. The
struggle will overtake you with hurt and you
surely shall soon become damaged goods.
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