AS SOFT SHOULDERED
AS ANY ROAD
It's genuine and it's authentic, this mantled
green of an Earth-like planet. Along with us
we've brought, well, two of everything, how's
that. I am flooded with memories, anyway.
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What do you want to call me? Here, I can be
most anything : a new Noah bringing my own
new cart of a new evolution or an very old
prophet rehashing old tales and telling where
I might have missed. Doing things over - again -
before some crazy God's wrath hits again.
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You can marvel at this field of aces I put out
for the game : the muscled guy with three arms,
the brute who can crush balls and bats, the
lumberjack-looking funster who eats children
for sport - they're all there, and this time around
every one of them means business not just fun.
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The old tales of our owl Earth; yes, you'll still
hear them, but they'll have lost all moment.
New references. New times. New meanings.
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