Tuesday, July 17, 2012

 
Mitt’s Great Chains of Beans

When I was walking down the stair
I met a man who wasn't there.

Or was. And isn’t still.
Or is. But was. Or wasn't.

Both, possibly, at once?
My head aches! Out! Scat!
Schrödinger's cat!

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Possibly only his stench remained?
 
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