It was planetary and everyone could've known but didn't
I drove a car (not my car) up the hill
The hill led to a citadel
There was no recorded definition for what a citadel was
No one there had heard of smoking
They were afraid when I put it to my mouth
It was the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the year
To much applause I pushed a cat into a quilt
Its legs initially flattening beneath it
But under pressure spreading apart
Until it was like an stamp and I Saran wrap
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