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New Years Resolutions securely locked in with byte size Mohorovicic Discontinuity of this Earthling

New Years Resolutions securely locked in with byte size Mohorovicic Discontinuity of this Earthling

My mish mashed Mohorovicic Discontinuity, ("thee bitty 
teensy weensy yet mighty 
   Moho of Matthew "ditty
crafted" Scott Harris)", 
   ore houses precious gritty

microscopic figurative boundary scale quite itty
pulled surface. Beneath crusty mangy scalp, blame kitty 
"named Twinkles" 
   can be found 
   very totally tubularly pity

full molecularly thin mantle, 
   (sans this earthling, wherein lyes 
underneath matted bed of straggly 
   unkempt hair at a depth (aye surmise)

of about six to seven millimeters), 
   a cranial nub, that  vets (or at least tries)
to assess viability probability, acceptability, 
   et cetera of resolutions powerfully unifies
incorporating shouting,  

   snapping, stinging Whipping Cords
Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will ad vise
sir, Than the Driver 
   of the Screw in syncopation viz 

   To every thing there is a season, and a time 
   to every purpose under heaven, 
   The Idler Wheel Is Wise 
despite obsolete oarlocks, and nEver Do 

   to steer this human cargo 
   (when calendar shows two thousand 
   and eighteen) to these ayes
anticipating being hen pecked 

   from an unrelenting spouse, thus cries
out against spouse. Hence, 
   thee (hickory dickory dock husband 
   hatches schemas, involving 

   unzipped BuzzFeed ding flies
sir, Than, I implore tubby one hove thug hies 
issuing A time to be born, 
   and a time to die; a time to plant, 
   a time to reap that which iz planted 

tubby one of Two Guys to incise
and implant minuscule electronic device
who, I thought to enlist expertise 
   (to excise deadly curse) Donald Trump no lies

as the oblivious Driver of the Screw 
   and Whipping Cords Will Serve You 
   Whatsapp pair rent lee More critical 
   Than Ropes Will Ever Do to app prize

A time to kill, and a time to heal; 
   a time to break down, 
   and a time to build up and rise
above the fray mustering 
   asper The Idler Wheel Is Wise

A time to embrace, and a time 
   to refrain from embracing ally byes
awaits The Idler Wheel Is Wiser 
   Than the Driver of the Screw 
   and Whipping Cords never dies

especially, when The mouse 
   ran up the clock 
   to hang out with Seth Thomas, 
   one of the important guise

who helps with edification, inspiration, 
   motivation, and doth recognize 
underscoring A time to love, and a time to hate; 
   a time of war, and a time of peace tries

this ole man tikum rolling home, 
   while remain on the straight and true 
   Will Serve You More Than Ropes Will ever Do
asper, A time to be born, and a time to die; 

a time to plant, a time to reap that which is planted;
perhaps awakening futility to postulate an outrageous goal hie
particularly mean hitching your metaphorical wagon 
to a star boot re: lie 
on cents and sensibility without pride nor prejudice well nigh 

A time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence,
and a time to speak; and app ply
active listening (as advocated by the late Jean Dole
who, quite some years ago whisked away scythe
lent lee, while hospitalized for minor health issue
a riddle long since relegated to Scotland Yard no idea why.
 

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