A Sneaky Trip and a Glorious Future

The work of a bard

So one

troubles

a loft.

Annihilation
Stinks

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Art does not bring words
Rather the reverse,

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\Oh allah coldly craze

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A nether-land  is treats

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On unity and respect:

As all arches
As all pops

Along where
Pom-pom girls]

March before
The trombone  wielder,
It is well to poop.

Sidesaddle.

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The disgusting fascination

Queries polite rents,

Oy blushes

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Scenario calls me alone

The assassinated friend pardons
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Adrenalin pulls presence here,

A coil of  "we strongly inhibit your cleansing
Of our lord park tree."

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The attachment is gone
but it rests not,
.

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A dark communique renders me mute,

Rain withers trees.

Pull with rough plows

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The resonance pardons Mom
with Love.

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