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November 18th 04, 12:26 AM
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Just a Conceit ~ A Charming Cadbury Bar
"What If ~
The simplest question Is the one humankind will never Be able to answer? Why is there "Something" Rather than 'nothing?'" ~ Bert O Bert! Au contraire ~ Me thinks, yes, a simple answer there. ~ Moi * “Chocolate Easter Buny: Great Title ~ Fits With Cad ~ Eggs” [Scene iii] “Hé, Thee ~ of troop throw me in the air. My mitt, Stick off!” ~ Moi [Sometime about now ~ Stage direction] The large one to assemble my play. “The Stick” played on the grassy field, not, Certainly not my best play. But alas, hell, yes! I will learn the rules. But this, not, not taught at the Gold Fish School. Mom of ~ of waiting of. O yes calls me, on my Amndt de UM Hm. Of ~ of telephone! “ Bon jour!” ~ Moi “You obtained it? ~ Mum “Oui, yes m’am!” ~ Moi “Sure? Correct, something for you.” ~ Mum At all events, thus, as I said: “I, yes, I have a bone to dispute: I prefer another play, about identical, only better: A plaid of Tartan, our Argyle family.” ~ Moi “Distil: A matter does two better.” ~ Mum “’The Light of Enfold With Thee’” ~ of shade, hold me, please, mother. Allow Chiaroscuro, your model, I, bathe the Light with Thee, Form. ~ Moi "No other way, no Would I have it be. Yes, Thee!" ~ Mum Train me: A shade models the lighter by only the true pleasure of your form: Mine. My Mother.” ~ Moi "Of that mind, yes, Far before you, before your time, our rhyme, indeed, so true, Have I considered Divine Form for you." ~ Mum "Pray tell me, please, how so, my dearest, My lovely, my Mother?!" ~ Moi "Non!" ~ Mum "Ok. Whatever." ~ Moi * [Sometime later ~ Further stage direction] The spirit + the matter does my letter better, too. Thus snow. Know thus! My mother knows the square root, my imaginary number, no rumour. Any truth. Now, it our infamous, our celebrated ~ Country of the Wonders of Winter. ~ Ringy ding ~ “Thee ~ Open of our door now, to acknowledge!” ~ Mum [Enter, stage left: John Dunlap, Thee, one with the very large member] “John! Thee! Mon cher ~ Back so soon from the deade? Two years, only, Has it been thus, yes? Please, pray tell? Forsooth, What brings you back so soon to us?” ~ Moi “Where Is Leonardo?” ~ John “Please explain?” ~ Moi “The ‘Hour to Dart’ finished and to be first-run pilot ~ The Film de Pron, of which, I, perform Star! Of Opening Night Exposure, let, to me escort you, Ms. Bernays. The High Court awaits your blessing.” ~ John "Charmed, Jean, I am sure! A fine pron boi, you." ~ Mum “O mon ami~” ~ Moi "A surprise for you! Yes, your bud de coeur your long-lost Waltham Street roomie, Now performs pron for you..." ~ Mum “Mum, delightful, such a divine confection ~ Let us go now, you and I, as well my long-lost John. I am so pleased, so ever gratefully, yours, all. My confession, yours, Mum; my arm, ever always yours, too.” ~ Moi “Of course!” ~ Mum “Indeed, you, yes, my divine form of ~ of reinforcement on which I hang my light. Each night. Or differently, I, just a Flight of Twittering Around Idleness...” ~ Moi “Nice, hm?!” ~ John Oui. [Hé!] ~ Moi * _______ Blog, or dog? Who knows. But if you see my lost pup, please ping me! A HREF="http://journals.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo"http://journal s.aol.com/virginiaz/DreamingofLeonardo/A 
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