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I yawn and raise my arms up high awaken from my rest. I think about a dream I had a-bout a little test. A test in life, a guage of how asleep I was and for how long an hour, a day, some months or years? Someone must have banged a gong I did not search for time clues but I found then anyway scrapyard reciepts, swarthy rhyming tweets no hint that I would hit the hay A plan to set a few things right clean up my crowded cluttered life I must have made too much progress or maybe I just flunked the test Round 73 I yanw and raise my arms.....
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
Round 72
I yawn and raise my arms up high awaken from my rest. I think about a dream I had a-bout a little test. A test in life, a guage of how asleep I was and for how long an hour, a day, some months or years? Someone must have banged a gong I did not search for time clues but I found then anyway scrapyard reciepts, swarthy rhyming tweets no hint that I would hit the hay A plan to set a few things right clean up my crowded cluttered life I must have made too much progress or maybe I just flunked the test Round 73 I yanw and raise my arms.....
ken-deford
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Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:08 PM UTC
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