life always imitates art, linkletter, but i digress, egress,
and away we go, but oftentimes, words come back, there's
only so many ways to put them together, permutations,
connotations, combinatorics, and finding out the limit
of connections, of phrases, of sentences and paragraphs,
but then they start to repeat themselves, and you begin to
wonder, or you stop wondering where you'd heard that before,
if you've already told this tale to these people, or was it
someone different, or was it a different story, but it all comes
back, two year cycles, 52 day cycles, lunar and solar, high
tide and others, but patterns and tradition, repitition
like tesselations, thanks sqaure TV, whatever happened to
degrassi high, but i digress, i wish, instead i forge
onward on a path i've walked before, but don't know it yet
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