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...Would spawn
gamboling a fabulous house!,
of stone and glass and
Jakarta teak...
at the hill
of a roaming meadow set in turquoise and
l..
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...Again, the traffic obese
surfeit to say, as I
cloy'd my way... slowed
by the creeps, & crawlers
of the serein morning...
phones-in-hand o..
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They arrived in a Light Year
from Innocuon - they said,
The Face Melters,
rendering Human's faces faceless,
The Masters of Sparespace Identity
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Across the River, West 'tis that
at the cliffs & clefts of Victoria above
blackish waters slick as Legislation, of Verrazzano
& not-so-mer..
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"Are you Quill?," She asked abeam.
"Yes, of course! - mostly - when the Muselle`
visits oft'n'r upon, as my wont!
"Well, here!..
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