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Timmy Ten-Pin
1-12-20

As days seem to be numbered
And theme parks are yet encumbered for fresh air through my east window
I need all the love in the heart for foster magnets as promised in the age of fable
Five twenty-five in Canada
God knows I've suffered much but don't believe the lie he made up
In the junction before our predestination
You would not believe me
If I were the last man standing
For another nine hundred minutes
Of material yet prolific
For the old school cowboy and cover
Thanks to the you know who
As presumed
Oar abbot.....





Theory Of Humphry Davy
1-12-20

As presumed our abbot
where I break a tooth on a chocolate rabbit
What for but to cut more and make a plan for tomorrow
No longer afraid to seek the face of our firmament
Given a half hour of silence
So I can hear the rain like blood that flows from the ground
Loving this sound still coming down
Yet optimistic of our Occidental organization
As if it were a song
Three hours till our time of worship
O, why not right now
In caverns endless and a thumb covered with scales
As to rays one under the sun.....





Sendheim At Six
1-12-20

Believe in it or not
Hindsight is twenty-twenty
Catch eleven I have tasted my own portion of heaven
Quite with our maize of probability in ones absolute dismay
As presumed something in Sendheim
Don't get too far ahead of yourself
Ringo, Lennon our life again with two others
For mothers and brothers how did you know twas all in Westwood
If I could I would as to set a watch
Discombobulated at the chime of six in conductors among Lila
No, please be seated and get your notebook ready....