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 πŸœ¨ 🜨 🜨
Yesterday I was clever,
so I wanted to change
*THE W🜨RLD*
 
Today I am wise,
so I am changing
*myself*
🜨 🜨 🜨
 
 
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To enact change
is *divine*, 
to be *still*
  is more divine still   
 
 

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 To make whole
*be whole*
  to be whole,
        be *whole*      
πŸœƒ πŸœƒ πŸœƒ
 
 
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To be still
is *divine*,
to be divine
   is more *divine* still   
 
 

 
 
... to be *still*...
  ... is more divine still - *still*!
so go on, nothing more to see, you hear, 🜨 (nil)

brisk
 this is over, 
(realizes that imploring abscondance by being all sagacious like and imparting proverbs might be their best shot) 
oooo, ooo, you must with the world be in
sync
Wink! *Wiiiink*!
 
(realizes that the best laid plans
of mice AND man,
though thought of most fondly,
quite frankly,
are more often than not SHOT straight to hell)
 
 oh dear, we might have to do with someone *thick*, here
now what would someone such as they want, of their ilk?
As Winnie the Pooh Bear says - 
think, think, THINK! 
By golly I thunk I a plan, have, an exit strategy for the poor sodding lamb blablam can
 
(our most clever of blan 
a most tantalizing (and wondrous) realization has - 
that one one's opponent infantilize can)

... Have you from mommy gotten a permission slip?
field trip
just a tip 
Oh I just heard that they gave away icecreams, skip,
hurry, hurry, don't now and they'll be gone, in a blink!
of 
God spare me from the pestering of dim-wits,
can't you do something to them away whisk?

 now don't give me any lip!
before I out of this queer quill, run out will!
before I upon ye ill will, will will!
this is NOT a drill, I say unto thee, 
with words even MORE shrill!
looks like I'm starting to repeat myself, develop a knick 
alright! have at IT!
(lithany of curses)
of dunghill stink 
mink 
 swill 
your mom you probably not only dropped, but also ditched!
 knack for knick-knacks,
apologies, knack for knickerin knackers!
yeah that what *I* think!

ya hick
ya dink 
byter strategi till att lΓ₯tsas bry sig om den andra: what's the sitch?
lil' chick
for you a basket of care wick
joke to you sick
all this, slick, and you still don't give a lick?

...
or maybe it's some kind of kink?
think out of this you will get yourself a kick
ya litle minx 
frisk
mayhap that you don't give, 
but might RECEIVE, *still*, a good lick!
and a good ole' "prick!"
--just the tip-- 
now give me those soft *lips*,
you get the shtick, you get the *stick*, 
of them any and all, a witch's pick,
with which I'll have a field trip,
Permission? Skipped! 
 
how much more must I into ye drill,
I bet when the cows come home, until
perchance what you wait around for is to get milked?
Certainly, 
by my *piece* you'll get - whipped, 
until it goes the way of Sandler - Click!
flick - of THE WRIST THAT IS!
let her rip  
bisque (soup) 
the shits
 disc slips
bitch!
 
 oh deary me 
okey that took a turn for the worse, time to reel it in, 
here you go, a little stitch,
by the way,
I brought you something to drink,
yessome clink clink down slinks, here
to heaven you it will you wisp
have a sip

 ...
(personen dΓΆr medan narratΓΆren sΓ€ger parting words) 
before this Will-o'-wisp
away you whisks--
RIP--
--give mommy
one,
last... 
kiss
 
(γ₯  ̄ ³ ̄)γ₯
 
(this is, unfortunately the last thing you see, before you're off
to Elysian Fields, nevergreen
(so, hell, basically. That will teach you a lesson most profound - that, mark my words, the author always gets the last word, 
but, my word, it is assuredly so,
well at least one might hope,
that though the reader entered has MY world,
it won't end at that,
because they are the last to leave,
and thus it is they that,
will have,
the final...
*laugh*
())
 
flim flam
wam bam
slap
slipped, in(n) 
slept? Inn
0 cowefficient, Wilks


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