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The station splayed a crazy random “plan”

With Omicron disheveling every port.

Has “Tree of Life” lost patience with mere man?

They say that “Politics is only sport.”

Only Sport.

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It’s JFK reborn to Dallas place!

It’s “Carpe Pussy!” who’s become our God.

You can’t come in. I can’t disease displace.

The touch once smooth and warm is cold as cod.

Cold as Cod.

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Though every flight is cancelled, we are here.

But JFK is nowhere to be seen.

We tore the Truth itself; it seemed so dear.

Uprooted once again to land unseen.

Land Unseen.

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And now we live in constant flux and change.

As airports melt. Mosaics of crazy strange.

Crazy Strange. 

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