But I woke again, and I was glad. |
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Let's write a poem! We can each post one line of the poem and I'll put them together at the end of this first post. I'll let Bob Dylan start: |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
But I woke again, and I was glad. |
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-Ben
"In watermelon sugar the deeds were done and done again as my life is done in watermelon sugar. I'll tell you about it because I am here and you are distant."
R.I.P. Harry Kalas
Was it the beginning or the end? |
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What awful fate did it portend? |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
My mind would race. These events over and over and over again. |
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Projected in the imperfect cinema of my brain. |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
Whoops, I just OD'd on acid again. |
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Wait, am I still dreaming? Yes, and that's a purple spotted duck plane! |
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Watch as it dives! Spraying my fields with purple peyote buttons! |
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Super profundo on the early eve of your day
Before crashing into the earth, |
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I descend Wholly into this snafued reality, my smile dissapears with the urge for normality |
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