Stuck on this cosmic ride, Unable to hitch another ride, Thumb fell off back around quadrant 33, Now were somewhere on the 8-20, Quick to discount our Gia, For her magnificent speed, Oh what a fool I’ve been, This pure bread mustang Earth, Driving about with Porsha like gods, Radiating their presence throughout, Space and…
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Gravity Well of Old Man Tym
Over hill marches old man Tym, His pack overfilled with wine, Pulling through hefty silky viel, Pulling planet and sun on long curled vine, Sinking and rolling like tumbleweeds on the vale, Long curls form whitening beard, Twisted staff curves time, In cauldron over filled, Crescendo of the clock strike, Tick.. tock.. tick… on each…
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