Wikipedia Poem, No. 589

“People tell me I think too much, but I don’t see how that is possible, unless of course it is either in the middle of sex or at the apex of a high-speed turn.” Melissa Holbrook Pierson
"Every animal is sad after coitus except the human female and the rooster." Galen of Pergamon this is not the first time we've sweat: at the dark tower there were two of us, intellectual properties conflated under moonlight. not the author the author does not control the crumbs it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted not control the author sculpts the first time we've met it's only me fishing some thoughts: every poem written is an hour wasted not the author does not control the author does not the reader the reader the author the king something some thinking: every poem written is an hour wasted do not control the stone the author the author the author does not doing for the stone the bread crumbs it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted not doing something about it celebrations outstanding something worth thinking: every poem written is an hour wasted not the crumbling king it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted control the author the author does not ink: every poem written is an hour wasted do not control the author the king about it celebrations outstanding it's only me fishing bread crumbs it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted not the author does not the author does not control the reader the bread crumbs they're only me fishing for some thinking: every poem written is an hour wasted not eating bread crumbs it's easy to think: every poem written is an hour wasted not the author sculpting the author the crumbs of every poem written an hour wasted not controling the reader not controling the king some thinking is in order: every poem written is an hour controlled king something: writing the author the author does read crumbs it's only me fishing for celebrations outstanding some wasted thinking: every poem is the author the author sculpts the author sculpts the author does not make the king think: every poem written is an hour wasted not the king of dirt sunday a dapper don man will appear don man will dapper don man will appear don man will dapper don man will will will man appear dapper don man will nape of dapper don man
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