A Turbid Poem About Numbers

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The Game Is Always On



Dolores, oh, Dolores
why are you so anxious?
you've got no cataract!
this is just a white curtain
a lousy white curtain
we're playing hide-n-seek.

Dolores, Oh, Dolores
why are you so henn-o-henn?
you're sick of hide-n-seek?
Let's play "I Have A Hen"
you bloody lazy chick.

I have a Limbo
it lays one egg everyday
why one?
pas how many?
two
why two?
pas how many?
three
...

here we go
here are all my eggs
limbosis
limbosis1
limbosis2
limbosis3
limbosis4
...
to infinity and beyond


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