by Jeff Swanson
they came to explain the wind
and wound up controlling zombies
when the art of our own lives
follows only our eccentric purpose
then the son of the silent form
sends a winger to the million mail
and minister furley
makes himself a nitwit sandwich
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These things write themselves. I just follow along.
This is excellent.
'when the art of our own lives
follows only our eccentric purpose'... Marvellous.
Thank you so much, my friend!