Simple Theories

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   You can return to the earth, return to the sky. Your words can be plied ice that you think you understand. You can stand for some shit. Language gives you place, and words mock you by position. Purity accepts your  laundry and laughs. This dell is painted.

The president’s table spoke wisely. Before he could know he was human. The sorting of people. People like efficient machines and consumptions. The table leaks matchlessness. Because words react to thing that anyone becomes when people. The president’s chair runs to length, because ass awaits a firm stasis, figuring the race to win is now here. Words think of President as an almost human response, but President must rely on lower style, where everything continues as otherwise. “You will say I will rice in the great giddy yup morning,” murmured a President, and the president figures on something. No children or good towns were repeated in the process. The table stood for table.

Ordinal simplicity begets nominal case. Place and name contain maps but no peace. Pirated returns to pirate with humanity as private stock. See the words. Mere children in the status light remain as founts for imaging. The words have agreed. No poem can stay in the town as the dialogue festers. Light would burn as wood would light. Meet the new urn, the new Grecian, the new still literal day momentum, with a verb for everyone.

Let us arrive at a sense of place. Harvard is not a place. Poetry is a gamboling goat or metaphor. The professorial pride of knowing poetry presents a state of acquiescence, socially involved. That is, knowing poetry is a people/social equation. Words create impact and impact creates poems. Poems are far things, of course, but we get near by saying we are near. Statues seem to stay still. Natheless, some kind of evident indication allows for social contract. This may form a less surprise feature, in the words, but as the machine encloses content, content becomes poetry.  Do not request froward distinctions. The exact academy has worked out the details.Teacher emphatically the teacher. And since words empty at risk, the flowery garden remains open to requests. Here is the latest poem.

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Contrails rich has has control, looking stats. But when the slanted light from our vetted sun just writes, a believable colour begins. Yet logically no blue exists, only criminal intent. Smoky words after elongated thoughts ply, offered to the pleasaunce. The people who are children can accept reliance, or spurts of ocean spray while inventing morning. The gruff features of the feathery days start promo early. People as a mass have words. Ignition matters to the unignited