POSTED
I posted my toothscape on line, for all to see,
like a keystone map of ages, thin marks on a
rugged flat. Nothing works forever, Doc.
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The thin blue dress that girl had on almost
enabled me to see right through : every
rise and fall of that one landscape viewed.
Heartily well, my mateys! Ive studied that
map now carefully, and these contours show
no danger ahead. let us move on!
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On the old brick wall, in a deep purple paint,
someone has scrawled, rather poorly, the words:
'If now ain't the ain't, I ain't.' Oh well,
nothing works forever, Doc.
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