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Jul 2012
At work things blow up
no they don't

I have no job
and things blow sideways

uʍop ǝpısdn sǝɯıʇǝɯos puɐ

Nothing is nailed down except
the required scratching post.

NEW
TYH
OHR

Measle gamblers, weasel hamburgers.

Clouds don't hold much weight.
Wait for an airplane.
Plain as day.

Trusty I musty - for I have not wings.

But feet. Feets of feat a foot of foot to measure worth in length of walk.
I do like the ridiculousness of it, though.
L Gardener
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