Isolated occilations occillated anxiously
and accidently caused an accident
Of near historic purportions somewhere
near the river.
Anxious annidotes reversed positions
on important political issues
While cupid shot a love dart into my hart.
That raised my awareness of wanton lust
to a new level
Crossing the great divide revealed revision
of almost everything
I wept. I slept. I dined on the divine.
Passionate pregnancies produced
almost nothing except constant
commitments to intelligence.
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