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Written by myself using the Vogonese Poetry Generator:

See, see the lumpy sky

Marvel at its big yellow depths.

Tell me, Brutus do you

Wonder why the blobfish ignores you?

Why its foobly stare

makes you feel pooped.

I can tell you, it is

Worried by your droodlefoot facial growth

That looks like

A fungus.

What's more, it knows

Your trisexual potting shed

Smells of olive.

Everything under the big lumpy sky

Asks why, why do you even bother?

You only charm dungheaps.

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Peter Peter pumpkin eater

Whacked off in the movie theater

Sprayed his load across the screen

And ruined Titanic's final scene

~ Andrew Dice Clay

LOL

I used to love Diceman.

Yeah, remember Mother Goose?

I fucked her.

lulz

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Cold are the Crabs

Cold are the crabs that crawl on yonder hills,

Colder the cucumbers that grow beneath,

And colder still the brazen chops that wreathe

The tedious gloom of philosophic pills!

For when the tardy film of nectar fills

The simple bowls of demons and of men,

There lurks the feeble mouse, the homely hen,

And there the porcupine with all her quills.

Yet much remains - to weave a solemn strain

That lingering sadly - slowly dies away,

Daily departing with departing day

A pea-green gamut on a distant plain

When wily walrusses in congresses meet -

Such such is life -

Edward Lear

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  • 3 weeks later...

Led Zeppelin invokes feeling from memories long forgotten ...the scent

in the air after a Spring rain has passed..Spent once charged atoms

leave a residue of atmosphere in the electric air.

The curious, heady and otherworldly circus has left its imprint on the

town's fairgrounds ...the mud and echoes of activity..all hustle and

bustle in the rain.

The clouds evaporated and the sun brings the warmth of sentiments

expressed by the band...warmth and whispers of other lands.

A twinge of magic electrified the air as if anything could be possible

for a moment among the maze of bushes and lawns adjoining the

temporary circus grounds....littered with Coke bottles, popcorn boxes

and testosterone.

Perhaps it's the cotton candy energizing my mind and imagination

...perhaps its the raw sexuality expressed in the music that excites

every cell in my being....converging both past and future to be in the

moment now....the residue of prehistoric halcyon days or Dancing Days.

Filling the gaps in my synapse.

The laundry spinning in the dryer disperses warm, fragrant clean

clouds of steam to mix with the deep blue and purplish sky after the

thunderstorms. Honeysuckles recover from the rain to rejoice and

blossom again.

Through a green glass block window I witness the launch of Led

Zeppelin, now afloat in their airship to travel to their next state

fairgrounds and ignite the air once again....leaving in its wake,

leaving all fair attendees dreamers under their spell.

As the sun sets and casts a long orange curtain,a firefly flashes his

beacon Morse code in the cool,still hedges....what secrets he’s

witnessed.

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