Nonsinse Test 2
On a fold of blathering time
Stop and listen almost carefully.
We had not yet committed her crime,
Nor felt dimensions so scornfully.
Now the upstart stars spangle
As they exhale winds atomic,
The crystal balls will dingle dangle,
With a sound mostly tragicomic.
So allow mutterers to mutter,
Swell cats to do a paper dance.
Eat your prismatic peanut butter,
It is time for your hypnotic trance.
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