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Or? Go figure. (sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXIII) What? as night's blackness is passe in frail Excuse, the hours now merely for good sense Um, stacking up whiles I close down from hence This slim machine for lack of aught else' tale, And this where Twitter promised to avail Itself of all my minutes--all's fr'intents Too dead, dull, boring--I've moved on, pretense Worn to a frazzle in aught that I'd hail. Remember: "I should write more--" to bestir Me, yet ideas have flown off unto Is't nether regions? cuz I "watched in tour" Who cares who? Fashions. "Follow her--what you Should wear is...THIS." I've MY own style, in poor 'Scuse, am ergo at odds with all, cool too? 25Mar19b
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 12:48 AM UTC
"They" Swear Unique Is Cool...Yet I Am Not