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quarter past fuck knows ( f o r y e t i & n e s s i e )
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quarter past fuck knows weevils on a drunken eve yawning morning dew dial a sun, crow toes spiral like an afternoon dinosaur at two bumblebees, breeze blows robots on a roman road clocks of cuckoo spew burble 'erb - thyme flows flapping as a pantomime flying back to you ( ? ) ...