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the flame that bends, drawn by a vacuum, kindle that carefully, the nose of a dog, with more glands, and more glands, than the human nose,                           shows, there are so many things, too, where we are not the pinnacle yet we thrive on and can be, a guess at best, and include the unknown, there is a foil the unknown has it as a foil, but beware, this one is a killer, just ask the cat... Have I got you ... Or are you furious, At how easy this was, Try painting a Vermeer, Using a mirror, don't rush, use a brush too, Do illusion, with light refraction and reflection, Tell me, after you see Penn and Tell..er, Magic... illusion ... Genius...all find a home, it could fill a tome, to define, to expand, on curiosity, like thermal dynamics and liquid viscosity, or how do bumble bees fly?                                             and why are they dying,                                                 I find this very trying,                                                 in their hives, are they lying, waiting for some human, to ask the right question, with a taste for sweet and honey, of creativity so Dorothy Parker, has said she is better without these love, freckles, doubt and Curiosity?
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
To Be Avoided
the flame that bends, drawn by a vacuum, kindle that carefully, the nose of a dog, with more glands, and more glands, than the human nose,                           shows, there are so many things, too, where we are not the pinnacle yet we thrive on and can be, a guess at best, and include the unknown, there is a foil the unknown has it as a foil, but beware, this one is a killer, just ask the cat... Have I got you ... Or are you furious, At how easy this was, Try painting a Vermeer, Using a mirror, don't rush, use a brush too, Do illusion, with light refraction and reflection, Tell me, after you see Penn and Tell..er, Magic... illusion ... Genius...all find a home, it could fill a tome, to define, to expand, on curiosity, like thermal dynamics and liquid viscosity, or how do bumble bees fly?                                             and why are they dying,                                                 I find this very trying,                                                 in their hives, are they lying, waiting for some human, to ask the right question, with a taste for sweet and honey, of creativity so Dorothy Parker, has said she is better without these love, freckles, doubt and Curiosity?
Dorothy Parker quote order changed to create suspense,
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Apr 4, 2014
Apr 4, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC
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