lay forth a bestowing smile Proclaim I am lost, baffled and tossed; flail as if there is smoke
Agog I do nod, encompassed in fog, a colorful landscaped townhouse Eyes as a thorn, senses reborn, I find nothing amiss at the townhouse Lacking of wit, I say “Holy Shit,” as gnomes walk to me and smile A cavalcade of self, I speak to the elves; grateful, igniting a smoke
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