More Poems Nov.27,2003 Year of the Apocalypse (alt.surrealism)

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2003/11/27 18:29

Gino opens the door, the mask comes off. Numbers have wigs, dancing on carpets
littered with bones. The kennel is hot, our President is a Secret hose. Humid
tulips forest mulch typerwriters in Islam. Jupiter koo kjoo makoo, Jupiter koo
kjoo makoo.

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