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Peace & Onions

 gallimaufry interlude
 sandwiches and funyuns
 love among the doodling
 signs of peace and onions

 afterburner overdrive
 sophistry regalia
 meme that reaches everywhere
 of the pax vidalia

 whimsy, doves, and flower-buds
 people freed from dungeons
 gallimaufry interlude
 love & peace & onions
 he was locked in a padded room,
 unsure how he got there, but
 pretty sure he had recently been
 in a taco bell, because
 he tried all five kinds 
 of hot sauce, while he
 scribbled and colored in a notebook
 visions of peace and onions and the like
 until, someone tapped him on 
 the shoulder, saying
 he needed to leave because
 
 because

 because he needed to leave,
 all that tapping on his shoulder
 don't touch my notebook, don't
 mess with my peace & onions, and
 hey, those are my colors he said
 colors like hot sauce packets
 all five kinds, he'd tried them
 it was a taco bell, del taco doesn't
 have all that, he was pretty sure, but
 what was this place?

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