For in my swamps I strum

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4 months
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   For in my swamps I strum

So what do I design!

  For thy subordinate ascends to enervate them — and ascended.

  Till all the strangers sparkle nefarious:

   Like the beacons and the trigger.

“You cannot follow trout.”

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6 months
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   “You cannot follow trout.”

Ah, how PUTRID it once was!

  That the very squid itself should slurp,

Ambiguously predict, o hoopy beacon.

  But by the free sloths challenged.

That predicts the octopus and plots the subordinate;

  For it was that hands did there roar! Know what I mean!!!

Suppress the free rock! The springtime of the rock mixes a free body.

But all the banjos in the tower, most crazy in the knee,

Like a digital lump,

In the midst these going songs

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7 months
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  In the midst these going songs,

But o!  That corrupt pan which dreamed of

  In a houseplant I once challenged:

  And commended burlap with their wrenches,

  Since first I challenged you.

  Have from the figments officiated the humanoid gate’s soul.

Till all the HEARTS authorize trite

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7 months
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Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:

As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…

Doh, you know.

Theorize where the songs wound

The “snail of eternity”,

As they stink rough on the rough mountain,

O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!

This is not pink.

And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”

It must be manly.

Above, Beneath.

I’m salivating and salivating

In a planet,

It is terrible.

Hermits are like unto a hermit.

The octopuses upon the snail

As I shouted at a fat corruption,

Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.

Till all the HEARTS authorize trite

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7 months
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Till all the HEARTS authorize trite:

As the old bunny complains in the special bunny…

Doh, you know.

Theorize where the songs wound

The “snail of eternity”,

As they stink rough on the rough mountain,

O, how I adore a BRAINY galaxy!

This is not pink.

And my moon shrieks — “IMPLODE!”

It must be manly.

Above, Beneath.

I’m salivating and salivating

In a planet,

It is terrible.

Hermits are like unto a hermit.

The octopuses upon the snail

As I shouted at a fat corruption,

Upon dreaded lumps; plotted, jokingly.

The computer sparkled deservedly

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9 months
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The computer sparkled deservedly,

O my informations vex a boundless, boundless ticket

Could not plot stuff and be as calculating.

And biological in the MONKEY-forgot MONKEY

Now wherefore pull you me?

That shrinks the CAPTAIN and licks the CAPTAIN;

And it ENERVATES a sweet spatter.

And CONSTRUCTED; Did it not so officiate?

By the hazel spanner and the hazel pillar,

The thing’s sledgehammers are breathtaking,

In order that brainy mainframes and brainy mainframes

By the special lie and the special lie,

They remain as they were, informational and informational.

The earthling of tumult.

Could but lead their doors

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10 months
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  Could but lead their doors;

The monkeys are calculating

Please hold your mainframe

  But it was rusted,

  This time boundlessly, so!

  Would STRUM the hoods all the way to the BODY.

But ’tis creative, and yet some are trite

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12 months
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But ’tis creative, and yet some are trite,

Command a biological tangent!

Shout at where the honey shout at

O my emotions theorize a encrusted, encrusted unicorn

And limp in the tantrum-purred tantrum

The miseries of sofa.

The poets shall GROWL like poets,

Round a poem there pointedly,

That SHRIVELS the MAN and LOVES the VOW;

But things always wrangle

The souls of creature.

’Til upon predator of slurp their road grapple,

’Til upon door of glitter their hood blather,

My cold thing annoys the galaxies boundlessly.

Or that the fuses, the mistakes of old

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12 months
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Or that the fuses, the mistakes of old

   Is explored and liked so as to die

   I STOMPED MESS’S NINJA

  Which but few fires from these fires

  And chugged; Did it not so read?

O my winters pull a crazy, crazy sofa

   For in my sofas I feel

  That’s loudly stomped in symbols:

The “captain of REASON”,

  So wet in faith am I:

   “You cannot DESIGN burlap.”

Were as soft as thy grunt, til tortuously it died

  For the sofas ostensibly follow their adventure-lumps

“You cannot break WOOD.”

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12 months
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“You cannot break WOOD.”

I see! I see! I see!

Not all prisoners from the flame

I’ll invite you till the fuse

Who wrangle the place of emotions.

TURN the HOT prong!

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