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... Your Party
yes... (please observe!) ...
i wish i could attend...
alas! a strenuous distance
forbids, a disabling factor
for a... disabled shoe?
i wear boots! But contingent on
where worn...
this execrated traveler, an
impeded chattel...
so subject... so imposed
of they so imperious...
they so masked in their
invisible, non approachable
lair... they, those stealthy,
deceitful, but guileless...
gods
.Y.
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