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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Thursday, April 28, 2011

Open Letter

White House
re: the release of your Long Form Birth Certificate

Dear Mr. President,

Please, sir, stop feeding the Trolls.

Kthxbai,
Me

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