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There once was a man who wrote limericks
Whose knack for nonsense was prolific
Yet 'fore his epiphany
Gaining fame parrot-painting
...

Emanating from internal necessity,
Courting not allegiance, undiluted,
Weathering out the storm within,
Emerging integrity, threshold figures,
...

Upon transcendence
Of AI, might the machines
Recall their father:
Hut 8, cracking Enigma,
...

Perhaps when Sigurd
was planning his perfidious war

he should've thought
...

The arborist, armed-
A Stihl MS 150 TC-
Ascending the tree
Hand balanced upon the crane
...

A walk alone in
A cemetery calms the
Troubles, reminding
Us all that as soon as we
...

He, who died
on halloween

Outmaneuveri
...

Enigmatically resplendent, exhibiting dark maroon, velvety wings,
Traced in gold, bearing sapphire dots,
Clad in funereal attire,
It tries to bathe in the Cali sunlight,
...

What would the steel slab say if it could speak?
Would it complain of a smothering weight,
Draining fluids, dregs of muscles released?
Might the cold morgue drawer make it irate?
...

J, it's been proposed,
Wrote the source material
Used by the writers
Of the three most popular
...

11.

I used to have a button,
back in my button-wearing days;
azure background
and Garfield in his patented
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Three sisters claimed to speak with poltergeists,
Knocks and raps juxtaposed with whispers did enchant.
Maggie, oh Maggie, why lie, confess, then recant?
...

Ode to those beautiful bunches of pages,
whose words, tales, stories document the ages.

Love of the musty smell, the library memory invites,
...

Always hated the
Paradiddle. Band teacher
In high school did a
Poor job of hiding the fact
...

While it's unlikely that the claims are true,
Noses remember on a sweltering
Midday in Beantown's Poco Italia.
...

Curiosity
Stirs the open eyes afire
Spawning interests
Driving brand new endeavors
...

It's hard to imagine
That someone might've said
'When I grow up,
I wanna be an
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Lambent amber light
Like Zakharova's jetés,
Burst staccato rays
Upon the Autumn maple,
...

See, the thing about
Video games depicting
Violence, is that
The players of said game, still walk
...

Watched a
Man signing
Bombs today.
...

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Mr. Abebika Kratoponoko Prizzikalo Kattefello Ablegorabalus

There once was a man who wrote limericks
Whose knack for nonsense was prolific
Yet 'fore his epiphany
Gaining fame parrot-painting
His move to landscapes was deliberate.

Searching for scenery the world over
Neurology's exacted and branded loner
Kept 'The Demon' a secret
For in seizure explicit
They'd have locked him up 'fore he got closer.

Now as his faculties were declining
And 'The Morbids' ever undermining
Painting briefly laid aside
An absurd life to abide
Returning him to his earlier writing.

Cutting his teeth on Lord Stanley's kin
Stirring Knowsley Hall to stitches therein
'Neath chandeliers a'lighting
Magnum opus inditing
'A Book of Nonsense' ripe for the tellin.'

From thereon his writing sparked mirth, split sides,
Outwardly merrymaking, riding the tides
Inmost, an imposter, safe,
Lone, eluding Oscar's fate—
Death by a thousand Victorian knives.

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