Sunday, January 22, 2017

22 january

I had a few things to say -- a few lumps of hay to hide under -- and those torn-asunder happenstance alarm clocks started spitting out gears and steering clear enough to strike but the bikes and the elephants made it out on time in an elegance that shines definitively as the minutes we thought might be saved and rearranged to a different bin -- maybe out or in -- but the top of the box is the tail of a fox that's already long gone by the moon song and by any other measure as well though the fell swoops run loops around the metric system if you ask me and a classy bunch of grapes is high stakes and low gloss while the floss comes through after all

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