Count these number of things you call mine. This is the distance between
you and enlightenment.
(for Jenny) my pillow my shirt my house my supper my tooth my money my kite my job my bagel
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Reality cons me as it spur(n)s me.
This is the road to eternal
Consanguinity, eloping with
Hope and leaving me to pick
Up the proverbial bag.
But that's the argument for.