SMR7 - Bluecat's Story
A night of endless pondering and fitful dreaming later, I joined my friend Bluecat for breakfast and this was the story he told—
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to days of unthinking fun...
T'is a literary organ
that churns and ferments
a sparkling wine,
hopefully, that is,
out of idiosyncratic
deposits of small
bites of our inner,
ordered chaos
that churns and ferments
a sparkling wine,
hopefully, that is,
out of idiosyncratic
deposits of small
bites of our inner,
ordered chaos
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