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    Xanarax

    There once was an alien named Xanarax

    less than 1 minute read

    There once was an alien named Xanarax
    Who wanted to play the tenor sax
    But the human didn’t care
    She wouldn’t even share.
    So he ate her brain and saved the eyes for snacks.

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    Tags: poetry, solitude, speculative, wit

    Published: March 21, 2014

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