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LvcYfvr Dalton

                           HAIL THOTH

            A world wherein you might say

            time lies comatose,

            like Santa Claws

            on the stretcher

            of a lazy boy


            and (יהוה‎ JAH) so remote

            from (anseohere & now


            where a triceratops

            with his sidekick of a rhino

            deals out a digital blow

            to the ringmaster bedaubed 

            to the silk-threaded trampoline

            of his own website.

            Meanwhile, my own execution squad

            find themselves the Webelos 

            (WE'll-BE-LOyal-Scouts) and cubs

            as I sharpen my club

            into something like a sickle
















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