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Playgound
Edition Redux
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WHY?
Even during boom time
the ordinary feel in debt to Life.On the bulletin board at the City Centre was listed an upcoming lecture entitled:
"Literacy: Proof Of Wisdom Or Conscience?" and a chap vacuuming the hallway
muttered, “I guess that depends on whether you're the Litter-ER, or the Litter.-EE.”
Whenever the king was going to have one of his old, faithful thoughts executed
He would first locate its nearest "Major-Relative" and would tell her to,
“Eat hearty…
since this will be EVERYONE'S last meal - for NOW!”(Is it any wonder that all the postcards and still-shots
from the local neural alps look so serene and secure.)
At an all night knish joint over in the city
a chap said that he used to make up fables with morals;
he said he got quite good at it, and had a sizable output.
He said he finally had to stop when he discovered he was
beginning to take them seriously him SELF.
A revolutionist mentally wrestling with another can never win;
(Note: Even if you don't seem to LOSE - you still can't seem to win.)
