īǂĦƗ._ш∆ɎΩɄŦŪ•ŪŦɄΩɎ∆ш_.ƗĦǂī

our mast is the transom, the keel has been snapped, we've drunk all the water and just lost the map

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I retreat to warmer climes will update this when there is time

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these ribosomes fancy, a healthier host – the last one just perished; he gave up the ghost

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we're now at the summit, our stars have aligned – we'd passed through the wringer and quite a few binds

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they did a fine business, made me once more sane, by hacking a chunk from my living fore-brain

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enamored of flavor he increased his heft, and after his serving there was nothing left

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a harlot came calling, I ushered her in, no priest would preside at our wedding of sin

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wingtip, elevator, pitch, cabin, and lift, the wonder of flight is a magical gift

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the loss of the ponies, has soured our mood, and naught can improve it but shelter and food

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he's been bought and paid for, he's made known his worth, he'll stick to his word and go down in the fourth

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emerge now from hiding, the way's been made clear, our loved ones are waiting, salvation is near

ī.ƱŦ◊ӝƗƆҰ_Φ¤ȱ¤Φ_ҰCƗӝ◊ŦƱ.ī

his box is fulfilling, his pigeonhole too, he sits there and waits to be told what to do