cold river of, do N,
do W, to hot stones
of scrubland, still W
from stick-in-mud-
home & steady on
bed of rock, rock red,
& chink of such as read
the vented fires
of a lookout as
an habit, to
long tract on
grammar’d strata,
parsant sieve of
rainless wind,
you do hear as
gourd 3/4 of fullest
tapping to new-stick
3’til from once
was any such, now set
below ledge patio
& So, a view to
show midday, to til
ayaladn 
I almost always have absolutely no idea what’s going on in these things but this is a case in which I do not at all mind having no idea. So I just read and imbibe and enjoy while scratching my head and enjoying. I love this.
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Yes, that way you stay clear-headed. Thank you, Timmy.
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made me laugh
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Life is good, you too.
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