Morning insinuation as two enter twain;one leather to sole and the other the same.Step for step in sync till end,each unshod again for night's sweet dream.
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Knowledge, learning, and science cannot e'er reversenaive belief in scary prophesy.Nostradamus' allegedly prophetic verseEntrances those whose eyes will not yet see.
The equinox heralds a time of changeWith new-sprung minds unleashed upon the sands.An orgy of activities most strangePrecurse the looming time of the exams.
The egg expands, its shell does too;At first a joy, then "thunder-thighs."Dear woman, this I know, 'tis true;You'll soon be half your size.
Boy, it sure feels like the end will never come!
It may be inspiration, it may be lustBut, a seed when planted, grow it must.It's inside you without a doubtAnd no matter your reluctance, it will come out.
At work, a problem rears its horn-ed head,Regardless who's at fault the end's the same:The date unknown, one starts each day with dread,Because one day, one of us gets the blame.
When fishermen cast off in early morning lightAnd fish according to the ancient seafaring riteWhen they make offerings to keep the gods on their sideThen, Poseidon will reward with low and high tide.
The happening will come as it always has, sent from the baby Urion.A slight ripple in the day to day effect, the undeniable request.To avoid, consequences would be disastrous; you must uphold the will.Obey the adult, Orion; the precept of urination.
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The seats shall all sell where the beerage doth flowThe aged field of Wrigley where the crowds still do goThe boys of summer shall there make their standAnd choketh again by some malign cosmic hand
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