A new Journey is what I need a horse to replace this one that's been my trusty steed; elegance in eloquence I've arrived to turn over my deeds to these homes where I never sleep, to these fields that I never keep, to this love that has not made a peep, to this world that is fast asleep. A new Journey without possessions of my heart where things are held tightly in limerick expressions; algebraic importance without life's (and love's) transgressions against my eyes that see against my heart's plea against my tongue's decree against all that I may be. Oh picturesque, oh poetic: let not my journeys end on words peripatetic; Let not the world take meaning in the anesthetic.
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you rat bastard