Do you surreally want to hurt me, by Sub-Culture Club?

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There is a place that follows those who seek
to paint a thought with words upon a page.
A place, sometimes opaque, sometimes oblique,
a bridge between the stupid and the sage.

A gallery within a gentle gaze
from which to view the futures of the past
A dream within a dream within a haze
that hangs down from a maudlin mizzenmast.

A place like purgatory for lost odes
where pirates, ghosts and angels chew the fat.
Where virgin paths become well-trodden roads,
where Tiny Tim could be an acrobat.

Imagine such a place, and all its charms,
next time you wake within your muse’s arms.
 
Your muse grabs you and leads you down some amazing pathways, where words become playthings and ideas have no boundaries.
My tiny brain can't quite grasp and hold on to what you are saying, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't interfere with my enjoyment of this delightful verse.
 
Your muse grabs you and leads you down some amazing pathways, where words become playthings and ideas have no boundaries.
My tiny brain can't quite grasp and hold on to what you are saying, but that doesn't matter. It doesn't interfere with my enjoyment of this delightful verse.
 
I've gotta get the image of Tiny Tim doing flips on the trampoline while strumming madly on his little ukulele. Dickens, Alobar, Dickens!

Oh Boy (George) that was a fine poem!
 
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