Sipping soup, I begin to wonder
if the Answer would be worth the destruction
were the world a magic eight ball
Imagine: shaken bakin' babies, confused epileptics,
and a surprising plethora of Baptist Preachers
reenacting the sermon on the mound
with slightly inappropriate enthusiasm
then, hark! the seizure subsides
Sleepily, possibly hungover,
the Answer tiptoes in
gleaming white through the rubble
framed in a beautiful blue acute...
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