May 11, 2004 10:22
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My face wears a trophy of atrophy.
My conscience has conned since my hiding lying eyes widened.
This morning the mourning was separated by one word.
It all adds the adze strength and force.
Time to affect bringing effect, affection.
Who will be my heir of air?
There i'll walk aisle to isle, where the aloud is allowed.
I must arc my ark to alter the altar.
The awful detailed offal of my last dance stands before me.
I am a bard who's barred.
The butte of beaut sends me tumbling.
Born ive borne the bourne sending me stumbling.
I must burrow escaping boroughs of intensity.
I feel the draft, standing in a lea, lee and one li from the scent of change.
My insight will incite the hole's whole.
From oral to aural, i impress the oracles auricles.
I sear the seer.
I seal and seel.
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Damn homonyms kick ass.
---For those of you who dont know:
adze = axe-like tool
Lea = Meadow
lee = downwind
li = 1/3 of a mile in china.
seel = to close someones eyes.