Start the lower case in prison. Secret full of song.
Set the guitar straight. Eyes full of cello. This
is not a riddle unless. Eyes have secrets you know.
So this is a riddle. Which the dawn upends for good.
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This Is Meant To Be More Joyful Even In Our Awful Than
Anyone Can Imagine Yes More Fun Than Even That. What if
Keats had never said that thing he said. You Know. That.
We'd still be in the dark about our evenhanded ifishness.
Or would have reckoned & taken it on for a soft surmise.