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Thought For Food The sun is burning down
Taken out
By a shooting star
To make room in the sky
A wise man has cataracts
Got blurred out
Blind men spit on him
To make room for the Eye
The sunroof
Unclosed
No one
Can see
The sky is
Open
And
Empty
The air is north
Alaskan
Winter turtles
Basking
The chances
Are taken
No risk, i guarentee
The street is empty now
Nine O'Clock
And fifteen strokes
To make room in their homes
