Category: Confusion
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The Nightwatchman
I am the Nightwatchman From long ago I have come Descending the stairs of eternity With an apple up my sleeve. Searching for gravity’s founder To prove once and for all That through the mists of time Not everything needs to be heavy.
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Missing
Lord Edward Ayr–Gray drove to the crossroads by the ancient maze, stopped the car, and ran out in a hurry. Ahead of him stood open space. The lush green bushes that made up the walls between the pathways had disappeared, replaced by a mere expanse of soil. He ran back into the car and used…
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The Head in the Clouds
She had a lot to think about Each and every day She seemed a little mithered In a distant sort of way Her feet were firmly grounded That was fair to say But exactly where her head was Now that’s a game to play!
The Mansionic Perspective 