Pen then had said, “Upon a sign tomorrow, begin on Twitter, versing. It’s what ye’re here for, man.” ‘Twas a sunny day, that next day when

lightning, balled, Art, did strike. Unlike, regular, jagged, lightning. Very memorable. Especially, when stricken.

Stricken by lightning, was Art. Startled, Art recalled, Penemue, and his charge to him. Now, mind ye, Art had not been fried, but rather as if bathed in electric,

fields. So charged, Arthur’s began tweeting the nations with an as if, magic, algorithmic.

An algorithmic magic wand, virtually, is Twitter. Stricken by lightning was Art. Not fried but rather, bathed in electric, fields. So charged, Art had a blast

tweeting the nations with Twitter’s, magic, wand. To little, effect. The Twitter Stream, is vast.

The Twitter Stream, is vast. Yet, next to nothing, next to cosmic winds. Yes, everything is connected. Matters of, timing. Stricken by lightning was Art.

An algorithmic, magic wand, virtually, is Twitter. And a new way to communicate, has discovered … Art.

Dogged determination and relentless tweeting have led Art to discover a new twist in communicating, ideal, for the composition, of couplet, poetry,

functional as well in marketing and education. Linking loaded tweets together. A template, for epic, poetry.

A template for epic poetry. Linking loaded tweets, together. Ideal for the composition of couplet, poetry. Remember karma, President Donald

Trump. In civilization, people uncivil, eventually, get their due. And that he laughs best, who laughs last, Donald.

A Mission Impossible Plan: To pen poetry: To shame Kim, Don, Xi and Vlad. To reason simultaneously with those who submit not (really). Today

too, going through motions, holy. To reprise, Abraham, Jesus and Mohammed, even going through, the motions, today.