Unrestrained Weirdness

Unrestrained Weirdness
by Stephen Sheridan Boland IV

Sometimes something someone sums up somehow somewhat makes some sense.
With celerity and much clarity, they do charity to cross the mind's fence.
Such folks have a place, such folks show their face, such folks up in space, and down on the ground.
Yet, that place is not here. Yet, I'm starting to fear. Yet, no more uses for yet can yet be found.

Please let me speak in simple terms
with no mention of pimple germs.
Sometimes, I want some weirdness without taint.
Just being sane and making sense
will cause me pain and grief immense.
Sometimes, I want weirdness without restraint.

So, with that in mind...

Two tricks to talk to two trash tubes traveling to tall Timbuktu.
When passing through stations or passing through nations, passing conversations always come on through.
Test tight test tubes testing tests to testify to testing two trash tubes.
These tricks will carry you and will not bury you as you tarry to Timbuktu's tube cubes.

Ah, yes. Unrestrained weirdness.

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