Forty One

I'm tapping out the rhythm to a song / Sleazy bed track on the radio (soft) / But it ain't the song I'm tapping out now / It's Saying Corsica tumbledryer / is a leaping temporal nobody / a new anew subtle line of externals / Issues come from not knowing what it's about / Even when it makes no sense nonsense to us / This would be Lex's mirage - neologisms / The construct holding up my model of / denial and randomness used wantonly 

The End

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