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the jolly painter came to visit, one day. he painted smileys upon the walls of my house - then another and another, and another until i was forced to spread my smileys about. now, were they merited - these radiant marvelous things - marking my walls with their swelling brilliance or were they, simply, of Karma's duty - blossoms flowering, just as they should? whichever, however, whenever, whatever, i'm not quite sure but i like the allure they bring strength to my stem and quiet the mayhem, i live in, so i think, my dear, i shall take them.
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
Then, We Shall Call It an Ode
the jolly painter came to visit, one day. he painted smileys upon the walls of my house - then another and another, and another until i was forced to spread my smileys about. now, were they merited - these radiant marvelous things - marking my walls with their swelling brilliance or were they, simply, of Karma's duty - blossoms flowering, just as they should? whichever, however, whenever, whatever, i'm not quite sure but i like the allure they bring strength to my stem and quiet the mayhem, i live in, so i think, my dear, i shall take them.
;) © 2011 Elephants & Coyotes
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Aug 16, 2011
Aug 16, 2011 at 1:07 PM UTC
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