Look, what's it got to do with me. That bird was here when I got here, dear.
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theJABBERwockyEXPERIMENT
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Monday, October 30, 2006
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AND I DREAM THAT
boldly
and with minature
furniture
glued
to my head
with underground water
seeping into my shoe
i demonstrate wellington food
forcible entry with spoons
a surprise
bric-a-brac attack
and although the money is bad
the plumbing perks are good
WARNING:
ALL THEORIES ARE CORRECT
ALL SPELLING MISTAKES
ARE INTENTIONAL
ALL POEMS
ARE SIMPLY MADE UP
AND ARE PURELY
INCONSEQUENTIAL
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