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DAVESTRUGSTRUG
11-01-2013, 06:50 AM
I know the keys are up there where Heaven
Is. Seventeen keys are classified here.
Key one opens door seventy-seven.
See Swan swallow a candy mandolin.
Key two opens door one-hundred and four.
Mad hatter there cantankerous bore.
Fourteen keys are mentioned inside book six.
I emerged from the snow, my silly dream
Balanced against where the wind
Calls ancient Montana home. HOME! YEAH! Seem
To evaluate the snows’ thickness. Seem
To understand the sturdy cabin’s length.
We are eating apples. We are steering
Toy cars through real streets. I know I am free.
Emphasise within this body’s second half
Overwhelmingly elevated key.
So the keys got themselves together, man.
The keys started talking from right to left.
Digital caught talkers from right to left.
Then editor the only worker left.
Officers moved a crowd from right to left.
Are we talking telephone numbers, Prince?
The Prince of Keys is eating his nana.
Are we talking telephone numbers, Mad
Jane with your Sense and Sensibility.
Your Pride and Prejudice. The woman sad
As houses enjoyed her first marathon.
She ran through the city from right to left.
The Prince of Keys enjoyed the super bars
Of Yokohama. The Prince had fast cars
Speeding through Yokohama beneath stars.
Staggered. I have no more beer. Have pennies
For the rabbit. Needing more life. Have to
Regard this a holy thing to do. The
First pursuit. They said we are nothing now
Without their chains. Calling myself not the
Chicken. They are still seeing their richer
Things. They are settling older heads. We are
Not necessarily the wrong hapless
Incumbent. The word is written there. The
Talented things are receiving the small
Commitment. Characters are not startled.
We are receiving the window-cleaners
Carrying their wonderful implements.
How colourful. We are determined there
Again. The old folks are liking the cool
Inevitable riddles. Talk is there
A mover. Mountains are imagined. They
Are enjoyed. I should imagine more fine
Immaculate things. I should be the one
Correct person within the orb. The orb
Is simple. The orb is defined. Good friend
Outstandingly basic necessity,
Look again. So we are clearing our own
Path. Some are calling. Some are wanting. Some
Are needing. Some are needing keys. She said
The heptathlon champion did well. The
French gave time. Facebook. Some are studying
Things. They are reading good books. We are now
Doing this. We are regarded. We are
Seeing the life they are living. Windows.
Then mid-air. Missing metal home again.
Staggered. I have no more beer. Have pennies.