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Rivers dry up, except The Mississippi. If/When That particular long and wide And fat and deep Body of Wa-Wa Completely dries up, The World, as SK Was fond of saying of Roland of Gilead and the Shadowed Spire, "Has moved on." Monstrous Glaciers partied hard inda MIDWEST! For, like, endless freezing Nights and equally Chill-laxing daze, Man! Man? Dude! Dudes? Little dudes With spears takin' on The Mammoths! No WAY! Way. They'll not outlive and OutLAST US, My Frozen Bros! (But we had fire, the roasting Kind and the hot burning Coals within our spirit, Fire to perpetuate our Species through endlessly Cold nights and days) Whoo-Hooo! Dude! You plowed DEEP last night, Bro! What's that stuff on yer Brow. Sweat? Hey is it me or is it Hot in here? Dudes? We're like SMALLER Irregardless, or Re, the You SSS of A has a large dent In its midsection. Because those partying Glaciers were forced back Into polar hiding, shedding Great earthen chunks of their Fatty selves, carving and Slashing The most fertile watershed In the country. Their ageless and Timeless enemy, that Bright Yellow Orb, Opened its great Cyclopean eye, and Focused, yet again, Blessed rays of light Heat, and life. The melting... Water lying on the ground, Unsure? How about we start a Pool? I bet it'll pay Off to flow on not-flat ground, the Pool collapses and begins flowing With purpose, streaming Together as a larger Body of water: The Miss 'Sippi. Any number of Numberless great and lesser Lakes up North Decided to be hole- Y. Gravity Did the rest.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
Mrs. Sippi and the Party-Dude Glaciers
Rivers dry up, except The Mississippi. If/When That particular long and wide And fat and deep Body of Wa-Wa Completely dries up, The World, as SK Was fond of saying of Roland of Gilead and the Shadowed Spire, "Has moved on." Monstrous Glaciers partied hard inda MIDWEST! For, like, endless freezing Nights and equally Chill-laxing daze, Man! Man? Dude! Dudes? Little dudes With spears takin' on The Mammoths! No WAY! Way. They'll not outlive and OutLAST US, My Frozen Bros! (But we had fire, the roasting Kind and the hot burning Coals within our spirit, Fire to perpetuate our Species through endlessly Cold nights and days) Whoo-Hooo! Dude! You plowed DEEP last night, Bro! What's that stuff on yer Brow. Sweat? Hey is it me or is it Hot in here? Dudes? We're like SMALLER Irregardless, or Re, the You SSS of A has a large dent In its midsection. Because those partying Glaciers were forced back Into polar hiding, shedding Great earthen chunks of their Fatty selves, carving and Slashing The most fertile watershed In the country. Their ageless and Timeless enemy, that Bright Yellow Orb, Opened its great Cyclopean eye, and Focused, yet again, Blessed rays of light Heat, and life. The melting... Water lying on the ground, Unsure? How about we start a Pool? I bet it'll pay Off to flow on not-flat ground, the Pool collapses and begins flowing With purpose, streaming Together as a larger Body of water: The Miss 'Sippi. Any number of Numberless great and lesser Lakes up North Decided to be hole- Y. Gravity Did the rest.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 4:57 PM UTC
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