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Bed Ridden on a Sunday
Crop circles of the compass rose
Speechless and well guffed in soil
Deep gasping wind, greek to me
Slowly drenched in soaking wet
Extending us a pointer finger
Enough room to watch the tables turn
Beyond scare tactics
Loosen the belt to false starts
Release and be plentiful
Bounties of empires chuckle into cackle
Plums stereotyping brief
Let bliss reiterate
Jiminy Crickets in handicaps uphill
Neutrals throwing tempers
Gravely in hornets nests
