I sang along
With the ravens
As I ran down the slops
of a smoky dawn
Sliding down the edge
of the clouds
I wish somebody'd
Turn off gravity
And just set us all
Free.
By Monoid the Confessor
The Department of Paradoxes
hereby officially sanction
This collection of words
woven together by
the Yours Truly
is in accordance with
the Cosmic Unplanning Act
as of May, 2009
Backed with the full faith
and credit of
Cowboys and Indians
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