Please help cried the potato, as the moon stabbed it with a halibut, on the fiftieth day of hangar, in the broken refrigerator. Basil oozed out of the textbook, destroying the planet Giblet, with sock intensity. Logically the onion loved the nephron's green eyebrow, because wormwood is an alcoholic.
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One Last Star
PoetryThe future only comes with the overcoming the past. I write these with a emotional, spiritual and personal meaning. I leave the interpretation and speculation to the reader.
