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What did it mmmmmmean?
For all the wanderings of littitude and solace,
Perhaps better expressed these cloudy days,
As the the hope to slither and wallow,
In a mesh of worldy wide web haze.
I can only fill my earthly needs,
With the sexual gratification of heavenly babes,
Put forth on countless numbers of pages,
Hoping to interest the world that it feeds.
For more the work and toil done and to do,
And forever the people known and too new,
We shall, but incredibly small in our minds,
Xarry our worth until something else redefines,
The needs of our love whether image or seeds,
And plant in our garden the considerable rage,
That causes us to rid ouselves of the weeds,
That continue our emotions to pursue victims inflamed.
But I shall sort and harvest too many,
Of course there were times when I did not have any,
And the merits of those that have been left to rest,
If encountered again of us they will test.
But alas it is not the examination that needs question,
But to those who these ideas are found to come beckon.
With merit of error not hoping for forgiveness,
But merely the pursuit of the industry in business.
