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.                                                                                                                                                          Excuse me,                                                                                                                                     What have you got there                                                                                                                                            That could pass time                                                                                                                                 On this drudging subway? Well. I stack the plays like baseball               and wait For more words to fall                          It                                        Doesn’t             Take too many squares                        Because You will never see them all.      My hints are already here      Your count and a little more care-                                                                                                                              Oh, hold on- there is no way                                                                                                                                  I could keep up with what                                                                                                                              You say, though this rhythm                                                                                                                           Is contagious.  How could you                                                                                                                                           Possibly defer to me?              Simply concentrate your stare                           From the velvet in your heart                                        And fill in gaps from the start. You have read them through                                        And looked around There is no need             To feel confound                          Ment to be found            However, Most                 importantly,                                                                       Discovered.                                                                                                                                              Well, I am not blind                                                                                                                                         I must admit but your                                                                                                                          “Simply” is not simple, one bit                                                                                                                                         So I do know of music                                                                                                                                          And the brevity of art                                                                                                                                       But what could happen                                                                                                                                            When we part? Am I                                                                                                                                           To find another mind                                                                                                                                                    Of your kind to                                                                                                                     Progress this text now unfolding?              Nonsense my friendling! Adventure is yourself                                       And so many places!         That         Linger         And wait         Spinning                          On all every abandoned shelf. Though I am not of the scent yet, You can follow those sages, We keep our promise Upon these pages.                          To one day unravel                                          These                                                Tempestuous                                     Ages                                                                                                                                  .
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
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.                                                                                                                                                          Excuse me,                                                                                                                                     What have you got there                                                                                                                                            That could pass time                                                                                                                                 On this drudging subway? Well. I stack the plays like baseball               and wait For more words to fall                          It                                        Doesn’t             Take too many squares                        Because You will never see them all.      My hints are already here      Your count and a little more care-                                                                                                                              Oh, hold on- there is no way                                                                                                                                  I could keep up with what                                                                                                                              You say, though this rhythm                                                                                                                           Is contagious.  How could you                                                                                                                                           Possibly defer to me?              Simply concentrate your stare                           From the velvet in your heart                                        And fill in gaps from the start. You have read them through                                        And looked around There is no need             To feel confound                          Ment to be found            However, Most                 importantly,                                                                       Discovered.                                                                                                                                              Well, I am not blind                                                                                                                                         I must admit but your                                                                                                                          “Simply” is not simple, one bit                                                                                                                                         So I do know of music                                                                                                                                          And the brevity of art                                                                                                                                       But what could happen                                                                                                                                            When we part? Am I                                                                                                                                           To find another mind                                                                                                                                                    Of your kind to                                                                                                                     Progress this text now unfolding?              Nonsense my friendling! Adventure is yourself                                       And so many places!         That         Linger         And wait         Spinning                          On all every abandoned shelf. Though I am not of the scent yet, You can follow those sages, We keep our promise Upon these pages.                          To one day unravel                                          These                                                Tempestuous                                     Ages                                                                                                                                  .
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Zerotheshortsword
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Jul 23, 2013
Jul 23, 2013 at 7:42 PM UTC
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