a poem
the hatted monkey
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rising in me
dawn breaks synchronogically
with a Spring-turnaround
from the winter-weathered me.
and it doesn't matter
any longer how I style my hair,
except for me to like it.
my world doesn't clatter
within it's non-existence to be heard...
to verfiy life still is__
dusk settles unwillingly
as day Shines--opposite
from the was shade-striken me__
dawn breaks synchronogically
with a Spring-turnaround
from the winter-weathered me.
and it doesn't matter
any longer how I style my hair,
except for me to like it.
my world doesn't clatter
within it's non-existence to be heard...
to verfiy life still is__
dusk settles unwillingly
as day Shines--opposite
from the was shade-striken me__
+he ha++ed monkey
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i bet you had to look that one up
you no punk
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