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Song of the Pale Guardians

 

 

 

 

 

– After the high fracture,

 

 

 

 

along the snake path,

was a terrible King Kong file

keeping green blobs of curious squares. –

 

 

 

 

– He was grumbling aloud in drooling, that anyone came near should have petals tickets

 

 

 

 

for its train’s queendom. –

 

 

 

 

 

 

– ‘Was lazing a foot in a lac near a lilac shrub, fishing for pearls with my red rod,

 

 

 

 

when the golden dragon’s calling

reflected its dazzling pale blue moon over a black wonderwall. –

 

 

 

 

– Fractured in a twiced mass Hall effect,

 

 

 

 

the keeper faded away

after spitting out cores,

faster than a cannonbal. Where was lilac, saved aside in the future ? –

 

 

 

 

 

– Now, the bully, the bad and the ugly are all frozen gone,

 

 

 

 

heart’s shrubs grows up,

and here keepers reborn in rebuilt. –

 

 

 

 

 

 

– The rest is pets sounds. –

 

 

 

 

– Maybe the tickets of this nice guardian would be useful one day,

 

 

 

out of the time,

beyond the snake path ?

I round care for awhile –

 

 

 

 

 

 

– Who knows –

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

– Why only live once ? –

 

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