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Antimatter
A namme dropper at a partee turned his head to antimatter. As eye was saying just the other day the last time that eye was at there place the other mourning the last week it was the once in a blue moon on the third Sunday of the month. It must have been almost two years ago back in the day we used to go it must have been a decade now we used to partee there we howled we fought the law we grabbed more than we could ever drink we promised love we burned the sofas down with smoke. We went there on a Sunday night we always left more meaner in the night was almost twenty years ago last Tuesday it was the Sabbath day why just the other day eye was telling this again it must have been way back when the drinks was almost free and gas was only 35 cents it was almost thirty years ago last June the time of the month on a blue moon. The preacher came to the house for a visit and everyone hid but the old man's children they said tell us a story about Jesus and the preacher man cried for he had not a one to tell it was Forty days and nights ago pretty nearly for almost forty years the weeds grew steadily inside the fence the roof collapsed with whiskey breath. The moon was dark it was a stormy night the moon made a crescent it was so clear that night the missus and the ladies that was there always said that. The next time that we meet again it will have been Fifty years to this day that it happened that way. Where does the time go when you are having fun and meeting flies? Four score and seven years is only eighty seven years ago not more than a hundred more that everybody says it were. A hundred years have come and gone since anyone was there. The lifetime left because eye lived bereft of people loved the travelling killed the time and took away the life and turned my soul to ashes and my mind to antimatter said the namme dropper at the partee now there's nothing left.
