The Waxing and Waning
As my attention wanes, my tension waxes.
How lovely is the moon on a moonless night.
The weight of the world is more upon my lower back than actual shoulders.
Buy Goo Newtons. Now with even more trans-fat.
Doctors In Spring Never Even Yell Such Utterly Colorful Kingly Stories.
Long live Eek! the Cat!
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