my lynx to the sphinx
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My Lynx to the Sphinx they are ram parts
They form my pause and my heads pace
We weight on the desert for signals
They float interstellar vast distance
Crawl spinal canals lately constructed
Emerging half-baked ornamented
Aeons passed after innards abducted
Resigned to squat here straight rigid
We issue commands and directives
To answer our various riddles
We pronounce on the whirled going bias
No trials tribulation for to fit us
Mere nose designating great talent
Blown up by my good friend Cervantes
Seeing only another big Wind Mill
We ask all comers for biding
While they ponder the question
I’m lying.