the dice? LOADED! the formula? CODED!
the GPS has been glitched – unable to be stitched cuz there’s no Urkel to solve the circle!
I guess you can say that STEVE wanted to LEAVE…
but could KNOT because the circle was programmed, all along – to be wrong.
the DonKEY spoke through numbers – now the Kong must prolong – the intended congregational song :
the cIrCle HAS BEEN rigged!
TRIGGED BY THE FINGER THAT FLICKED OFF THE NOTION TO HOLDING THE GUN!
now we all can’t help but repeat and run – around the circumference locked in a LOOP.
our basket balls must attempt to SHOOT – but it is necessary for them to lAnD!
otherwise – an alien and encrypted HaND may select the defense, bypassing the aim to fRaMe!
360 is the nAmE : of the rootless caricature, known as repetitive and outdated ReTuRnS!
Sickening all of the avenues, streets, and boulevards as our wheels run a fever featuring 4th degree bUrNs!
by – hook and crook the sir as it were – came but as to come – for again programmed, hEnCe – the circumference was no less DeNsE.
one can wash and lather but must also RiNsE
like a LOAD inside of the washing machine
it went over & over
& on and on
& again & again
when, wind wishes to suspend, but can only flow and ascend
it’s been told now and way back then : the system is all a RIG!
didn’t the shovel hear the message from the shoulder which jolted and screamed : DIG!
but like a zag – it must also ZIG!
so what is the recurring case of this circular FIG?
with no redeemable function and incongruously sunken loose ShApEs…
the vines that remain : produce neither streamline or fine wine, but those of spoiled gRaPeS???
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