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Variegated Variences Flummoxed, row upon row Standing like a soldier Straight and spines out Titles as disparate as there are ice cream flavours and their colours grand shouting out to me Come read…come read Come my way but first take this Oh Carlos you are but savage trickery of the mind Well worn some with ears bent others with a cord, or a card. Veni, vidi, vici for I have come not to praise you but you must first lay down here Tell me, what are you thinking Is it of the Oedipus. Yes Sigmund it is Then what use is a book without pictures She screamed from the hole I don’t know. I just don’t know anymore ToTo Is it time to go home to smell the flowers? |
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