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Nearby Resident
These Streets, are a Maze; This Place: it’s a Puzzle. I need some Direction. If not, i be Bound for a Muzzle! Dear, old Street: i’m amazed; Displaced, i am Puzzled. I find these things Binding So much, I do fuss then- and-now, for a Guzzle.
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Through the Smoking-Glass
The time has come “The Rockstar” said To speak of oblong things Of blues and reds and other meds let bring on all-that-sings Sweet melody: blissful silence will it ring? so sweetly as to be out with reason out with rhyme: prithee thee, lay me under foot by feet, and for all time. Weakness: this…
About
Published in 2006, What’s On Your Brain is the personal blog of @ajaxStardust
It’s composed mostly prosaic ramblings.
