Does the bag exist beside the done bat?
I don't know, but may be.
The bat hit 500 and counting home runs.
Mag Duxan plays on the television again, 40 or years, 50 or so movie channels, thousands of showtimes.
Ted held the woody bat's handle, firmly not like a dead fish to be weighed for sale.
The hallway was open at 10:12 in the morning, grey lights and distant dusty memories.
An old man became 80 years old,
but does this life exist beyound?
The bag contained universes, stars and whatnot.
Long and overdue, I was waiting for you while you waited for us.
I did never know them
Where in this house?
In the imagined homes of semi-fictional, demi-real human people,
Dream lightly, a soft anti-color space within your reset eyes
derives grandly
hoping
a swell season
beginning again
all round
the Cycles
no ends
and why would Anyone want one?
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