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Cue upon the shore, through the heaving, The pull might contrive the sediment; What subject a mere iota might have strung? ‘Twas a hist upon some certain shut. What course might have momentum brung about? The dust through the maneuvers or The time through the slip of a tongue. What course might have held that time? May be a hiss that slithers through the waves, Or might have been a whirlwind of an abdominal clime; Man must, therefore, certainly thrive(!) What hardy keeps might be  hither to chime? Therefore, a man tolerates the bearing Of an unfathomable crime Through Assuming That Some Can Still Be Alive.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
The Keeps
Cue upon the shore, through the heaving, The pull might contrive the sediment; What subject a mere iota might have strung? ‘Twas a hist upon some certain shut. What course might have momentum brung about? The dust through the maneuvers or The time through the slip of a tongue. What course might have held that time? May be a hiss that slithers through the waves, Or might have been a whirlwind of an abdominal clime; Man must, therefore, certainly thrive(!) What hardy keeps might be  hither to chime? Therefore, a man tolerates the bearing Of an unfathomable crime Through Assuming That Some Can Still Be Alive.
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Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 7:50 AM UTC
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