Fauxku Choo Choo (the play's the thing)
Now Jennifer owned sixteen maps,
with all of them scripted in caps.
And online did she post 'em
but no one would dare host 'em
for millenials are gen'rally saps.

Could we make sense of
the vulture's awful screeching
WE'D WRITE IT IN CAPS.
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Could we make sense of
the vulture's awful screeching
WE'D WRITE IT IN CAPS.

They wore their caps on Sundays
after school,
to fool us into thinking
they couldn't be so cruel.

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They wore their caps on Sundays
after school,
to fool us into thinking
they couldn't be so cruel.

After school most Thursdays,
you'll listen to me play.
It allows us to forget ourselves
and makes time slip away.
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    After school most Thursdays,
    you'll listen to me play.
    It allows us to forget ourselves
    and makes time slip away.


    Time slips away quite easily,
    We hardly know it's gone;
    Its river's lined with rocky cliffs,    
    No shores to rest upon.


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Time slips away quite easily,
   We hardly know it's gone;
   Its river's lined with rocky cliffs,    
   No shores to rest upon.


There is no time but the present;
there is no space but here.
So how come stories only rest
on the future and far away?
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boundless energy
motion in every direction
without control

Brownian motion
no energy at absolute zero
Heisenberg disagrees
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Brownian motion
no energy at absolute zero
Heisenberg disagrees

No energy, must
lie wrapped in the soft embrace
of the bed linens.
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No energy, must
lie wrapped in the soft embrace
of the bed linens.

Her linen closet shelves
were edged with crocheted bells
a private pleasure.
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Her linen closet shelves
were edged with crocheted bells
a private pleasure.


God, London by train, in this heat.
White linen skirt and a see through crocheted top,
is this seat taken? No no, please sit down.
I love summer.

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God, London by train, in this heat.
White linen skirt and a see through crocheted top,
is this seat taken? No no, please sit down.
I love summer.

Summer: when shade creeps
lower, when shorts creep higher,
and heat brings a blush.
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she blushes deeply
a shade darker than her hair
autumn complexion

Tresses,
shade of chocolate,
fall serenely below
her shoulders; beautiful curls. Oh...
tangles!
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Tresses,
shade of chocolate,
fall serenely below
her shoulders; beautiful curls. Oh...
tangles!

your chocolate serenity -
fast broken
faster healed
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your chocolate serenity -
fast broken
faster healed Smile like this Ray

You turned out well heeled
faster than I can react
serenity ensues

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You turned out well heeled
faster than I can react
serenity ensues

He speaks: fireflies
do not dance, they swing. Above,
serenity.
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He speaks: fireflies
do not dance, they swing. Above,
serenity.

Speaking of serenity:
A useful distraction
when picking pockets.

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Speaking of serenity:
A useful distraction
when picking pockets.

A pickpocket wanted some fun
So thought he would distract a nun
With his hand in her habit
he pulled out a rabbit.
'You're quite a magician, my son!'
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A pickpocket wanted some fun
So thought he would distract a nun
With his hand in her habit
he pulled out a rabbit.
'You're quite a magician, my son"

cat leaves gifts
rabbit, mouse, chipmunk
instinct and habit
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cat leaves gifts
rabbit, mouse, chipmunk
instinct and habit

basic instinct,
fatal attraction:
cats bite
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    basic instinct,
    fatal attraction:
    cats bite


    cat's bite
    basically fatal -
    still attracted

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still clad for summer
winter wind bites through
to her goosebumps

winding its way
to the summer pond, the goose
bumps through the paddock
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