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Sep 2015
Chaos calculations keep me scaredly up at night

when I walk through the door

am I wearing couture or a hat with invisible light

is the pitch of my hum that of Sanford and sun

so the killer will wait one more night

for I fear that his ear is as nice as his rear

fit of anger unsheathing his knife
well at least I can stop him without explaining my presence.
John B
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John B  28/M/Within The Omniverse
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