Variables equate to the quakes of territorial mistakes.
These are those breaks.
Stop, drop, shake, break and disparate what you take.
Jewels and diamonds for the fools still climbing for reclining climate.
Sell me watchtowers of timing.
No more work and no more pain, only rhyming.
Pools of bags lag behind aged sages, lost in rain.
S-S-Schools of wings of drying cranes.
Think and sit.
Tell me when you find it.
Aye, Semi-sane brain frying queued to redefined lying.
A mighty lion feuding behind a split; never quit.
Only works of words for a spit in a spiff underline unheard herds in engraved dirt and shift to skip.
Smile, even when it’s out of style, my child.
Never fail to cope in a hail of lost hopes.
Breath is wild, and for better, and worse, disorganized in and out of file.
Trudge forward through thick grudges and thin scopes.
~That Dude Eddie~
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