Perhaps I have eaten too much too quickly,
Or perhaps it is a case of nerves.

The day become night, the night become day,
I am perhaps a little bit lost
And perhaps a little bit crazy

Crow. Wherefore art thou Crow? And what in a dozen Dantes am I
talking about
now?

I'm not sure. It becomes
noise
on
a
page.

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Do we count the mandatory terms,
Or just the voluntary ones?
And is this now the sign,
That I've finally figured it out,
Now that they have nearly stopped mattering?

Well, now I suppose I must cross my fingers,
And beg
Please
For the next step after fourteen
or eighteen
Depending on the counting.

How I hate begging.

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