The mallet, swung, presses the ball
Through the wicket.

The elevation of my blind grantee

Is hirsute flank upon my winsome
fleece.

Flank your wares with planes, with rain, with feeling.

Why steam proud clay?

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Wrong blend

Charged Up, family

Open

I like wearing people with their safe routes and their crone papers.

The devil with angst and weirdness,

"Coyls"

Average pain bothers me.

Convictions wait fairly,

Sorry I don't know what to say,

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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a writing

Okay, I liked it.

if you want my mother to listen what is it?

Scalps used to drop by the thousand  Crack didn't deal with anger,  Gas the bansee /clouds roam where I belong,  O bar goddess where is a friend?

I see bad romans dreaming cruelly, it's a bunch of shit,

Where is the best?

Alone typing crosses stupid nut,

climb over the ward of benson,

Closer roned drunk.

Computer push it,

Computer rose on itself,

roses  glare friendly bane,

Why it bonds with loneliness, I have no drama/elo/pope collar,

I believe my body is drummed (out?)  I sickened dreams targeting dry selves.  Someone a baby worked

Break into sobbing

oi poop cloud of bing clay,

Estrogen angels live for trouble (not, no,)

wear is the people?

Waiting for the Magic

I I weigh art alow oh where is it (the magic of laughter?)

Where I li(k)e is where went to the drunk planet, where loneliness sucks out the people and their roast terrorists,

I have bothered my nose; I have pained words to be reasonably lonely or not,

Kindness I loved a lot because when it's bad there's no dunce,

Call me beeble where I am.

The tisking and tasking glamorous where is it?


Where is Wenc (Lori/Edna) in this framily>

Oy where a kid wasted its money,

Sh, yes, the plant strings it up,

Clowns are where bane of freedom stops buying clams and starts waiting for monday to become a whale in its art

The blower horns in on the drain.

The family saved its money to its mother.

When is my clown a word>

So it's okay laughing to be lonely>

Cloud please cleave to your body; it is that way alone,

oy I golden density I loved I guess U was no one,  Why you and my Mom were loving is peace,   I have to give you awareness.  It hurts and I loathe it,

'strings wear ponds,

Sym0ptomatic

Round art pie
Or Rake the Plow

Teach a doncee (?)
On that girl

Rice trees

Plank alone;

The trees change,

A howl wars
From heifer.

Goddess U kive tiy,

A poem,






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(Baloney thus us a poem

A Letter to Sir Winston Churchill

When you
were in the
Swat Valley,
Dear Winnie,

Was it a Whole?

And Dear Winnie,

What accomplishments
Belonged to you!

Is Westminster Abbey
Safe from the changes
Driving my life?

Where are you, Winnie?

Did the bank crawl alone,
Prizing a part of Love?"

Glass and work
Try the changes.

Fate calls it a bride,

Why dream of prizes
When I love a lie?

The one that  -loanliness-
glides,

A promise of life

feel crimes are trouble words.

Dean tossed my mind with a best query.

The sansered problem queries straw where I am.

Where are you?  Where is it been?

I thought we Sarry where I am.

Is he answered; I think it is a hole.

When I die save the freedom a no one rests on,

All my plans have consisted of taking advantage.

Ha krack stink is a lost boss.

I helped ego answer freedom,

It's not angst where I am:  a lie,