Beware the Ides of March O Jules
March has passed, Tis now April!
Indeed, Indeed, Tis April- Fool.
Blasts erupt from ships of diamond.
Light wreaks carnage and rocks race light.
Beings died with soundless screams.
Light-years away, She laughed.
Seventh son of a Seventh was he.
Sixth daughter of a Sixth daughter was she.
Alas Oedipus, The first one and first born Son.
Puss went, Puss spat.
Dog went, Dog shat.
Mosquito flew, Mosquito fed.
Child slapped, child sickened.
Mother slept, mother wept.
Pastor awoke, Pastor spoke.
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Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.
To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.
Genius is always allowed some leeway, once the hammer has been pried from its hands and the blood has been cleaned up.
To improve is to change; to be perfect is to change often.