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the wheels lock in silvery
spins strobing parallel to
the asphalt avenue here the dream spills over into daylight
one by one nodding heads slip away and are gone and
the history begins we are told it all comes out of nowhere
I am the great megamuffin you eat my berries (it says)
I have my instructions and dictate who my forests are my
fortunes and my whistlers calm down into the pyroforms
of whizzers and petrifactions in a very caramel way
salaam
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