GridcosmLevel 50 of 4664
Created on May 07, 1997.
Grid poemThe Gods wouldn't dare to disapprove of a hose like mine, as long as it was slick, that's why I greased myself down good. As I spun the hula-hoop I realized that there were no batteries required so I wound myself up and pulled my string to talk I dreamed of the multicolored things I would tell my love when yesterdays wine turns into tomorrows candy she will stop my heart with a simple glance.
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AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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