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Cards on the table, play the hand

When we took you in did we let you know,

 

oh no, now, then, was a secret

 

next became this, one quant of time

after an other since ever was imagined

 

as opposition to never.

 

the rest is reality.

 

we push-on not thinkin a bout t'morrow

 

thinkin' a bout 3 generations past

 

the best GAN i can imagine.

 

The mission of a proper PIM, modeled

on Gunga Din.

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kenpepiton
77 / M / Pine Valley CA
Published
Jul 24, 2019
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