Was it true?
Was it you?

Could it Be?
Don’t you see?

Six times nine
Wasn’t a line

It’s a truth
From my youth

Douglas Adams said it
After he’d answered it

Fourty-Two
Left us Blue

On a Spring day
Was it a Thrusday?

That’s a hard day
Even if it’s May

Clouds must have formed
As the Heavens Mourned

An inspiration
Without explaination

Lost, a Treasure Untold
To the Longest Tea-time of the Soul



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