SLING some old-time melodies,
MAYBE a couple of fiddles, a
BANJO, and a guitar; let’s feel like a
CHILD once again.
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ludic verbosity for the win
SLING some old-time melodies,
MAYBE a couple of fiddles, a
BANJO, and a guitar; let’s feel like a
CHILD once again.
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SLING, MAYBE, CHILD, BANJO
LIPID ain’t limpid, like your limpid eyes, my dear.
TULIP ain’t two lips, though you have two, it’s clear.
MUCUS ain’t music, though your words are music to my ears. But.
SPADEs is trumps, so it’s clear, hear this in your ears, I win again, my dear.
SPADE cuts ground like a scalpel through
MUCUS membranes and bone, cultivating the
TULIP rows in their multicolored tissue,
LIPID petals and protein stems, living beauty.
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SPADE a foot rest, gaze lingers,
TULIPs spirited hues announce fresh life. For the gardener
LIPIDs, enzymes, and explanation give ground before senses flaring lovely to the mind.
MUCUS? Not cell product, rather first tickle of this year’s sneezes.
SPADE, TULIP, LIPID, MUCUS
PINKY on the left hand goes
NINJA, adds a note and makes a
SANER
CHORD.
CHORDs mystically resound in memory, growing
SANER ties of affection to strengthen union.
NINJA away our fractures and dissensions–banish
PINKY and the Brain’s plans to take over the world.
CHORD and melody from the samisen make
SANER the chaotic hustle of life as a
NINJA: knowing fifteen ways to kill with one
PINKY is heavy knowledge to bear.
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CHORD, SANER, NINJA, PINKY