The tedious task has been given to me
To try and unlock the breakable key,
Of the times and the trials in the leveling low
That tedious people have leveled below.
Oh, look now, the blessed Saviour arises
A lingering stench of unspeakable wrath.
Come, now, come my children
Come and take your loathsome bath.
Tedious, tedium, wand’ring the tide
That brings us back to our abide,
The balance between the unreachable goal
Is all we need in this tedious Bole.
Could this be Tweedledee
And Tweedledummer? Or Dummest?
Tedious souls both, far beyond
Anything I have ever known.
Here, have some plum pudding, love.
text created by Susan Isabella Sheehan
“Art Is The Perception Of An Altered Reality©”
Copyright 2008 Surreal Digital Artist™
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Streams in the thought of my consciousness.