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Eve’s Song 2

The more meanings, the more import.

So sang the lady named Eve.

Confuse, direct, take off, add on.

Then take it all to court.

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From whence this pathos?

sweet Eve sings.

Can this be turned to gold?

Flotsam, jetsam, Sam’s Town, daw.

Is there no room for spoons?

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Given the content of my mind this very day, Eve thinks, silence will be best.

From EVE a semiotic novel