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20h
And
I would make sense
I assure you
I would even make
lunch
For us
If you would eat
something
I prepared

If you would
cleave open
and accept

a small
universe
of confusion

i carry with me
regarding you

as just the normal
whirligig betwixt

supreme beings
and their usual chairs

this thought has seated
itself and proclaimed

things we must find
funny
Written by
Dennis Willis  Oh
(Oh)   
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     SableNocturne and Marc Morais
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