The Mezunian

While the sun still burns my flesh,         say, “This doesn’t compute”. Done.

( define ( on-and-on text ) ( define been-done ( string ” has been done already” ) ) ( string-append text ( on-and-on been-done ) ) ) ( display ( on-and-on ( string “This” ) ) )

The only itchiness I like is orange juice.

The final pluck o’ the clover— I love naught. Tie the knot. In gray matters, the last stem has already been severed. Too weak to pull the weakest levers. What a pusho’er; now it’s o’er.

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You ‘scaped my camera eye this time, my lovely waxing-gibbous morning moon, by making its battery run out o’ time just in time. But next time…

Nadie se engaña esta vez.

Accompanying music. def is_is ( what ) “a #{ what } is #{ is_is what }” end puts is_is “rose”

There’s not much time for laughter. Laugh.

Accompanying music I’m sorry. I forgot— leaf drowning in snow.