“Baby I wove you
Ain be mine wover too.”
“Nary time owns you
Ain me I go undo.”
“Say me try toned prude
Nay ye buy so two.”
“Wage fee I know you
Say ye sigh oh adieu.”
Published by Joe Linker
Joe Linker is a West-Coast writer, the author of "Penina's Letters," "Coconut Oil," "Scamble and Cramble: Two Hep Cats and Other Tall Tales," "Saltwort," and "Alma Lolloon."
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Too many drugs , perhaps .:)
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Nay ye high zonal truth.
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There are many kinds of drugs … ☼
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Indeed, and when Salvador Dali was asked if he painted while on drugs, as if that might explain surrealism, he responded, no – and asked in reply, “Why should I take the drug; I am the drug.” An old post touches on the topic: Where the Palace of Wisdom is Loaded with Vice.
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