I'm nothing if not timely
With my timeless salutations
That get you right there
And split your brain halves, like yolk from white
Uneven, odd colors, and is that a fable book?
That you hold in your hand like a cannibal's meal hand?
Unknown resister to reason
Guess what, that's the devil's very treason
October 27, 2009
10.27.2009
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