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Folly

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I am as old as my tongue.
I am much older than my teeth.
Been neighbors for years,
But nevertheless, not a word was shared.
Just eyes through the blinds.
Venetian.
Odds. Evens.
The flop red,
"Good thing you be the farm.
Good thing you bet it all!
Those bastards are always bluffing blind,
no matter what's dealt, drawn, or thrown down."
Where do all thoughts go to lay themselves down for good?
Perhaps they will rot with the body,
or float up to the sky by the tail of the soul.
Auto pilot, take em' there by surprise!
Go out in a blaze, a blaze of glory.
Leave without a trace.
Leave without a flaw.
We'll catch up with those thoughs
when we catch up with ourselves,
as we catch up with yourselves
catching up with each other.
Well blow me down,
blow me back down to earth.
As fast as half-way between go and stop!
Throw your mama from the train or my mom will shoot.

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