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This poem was written
on an enchanted laptop…
by the seventh son
of a seventh son…
(also a great dresser)
when the moon…
and planets…
and stuff
were doing something
real funky.
What you are reading
is only for
YOU!
Everyone that reads it
gets a different message.
You are going to have to
CONSUME
this poem,
If you want to understand it
on a spiritual level…
If you are reading a digital copy,
the only thing you can do
is…
print it out,
tear it up,
and eat it
ALL!
Don’t let anyone else read it,
if you can.
If you are reading this online,
it may be too late!
Although…
it’s never too late
to try.
Right?

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