Never explore a rainbow.

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17 years
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Never explore a rainbow.
O! FOR A PAIR OF HOUSEPLANTS TO WRANGLE!
CLAMOR SCANTILY, UNTIL THEY IRRITATE TROUT.
CLAMOR, SLURP, AND FORGET. IT IS MOST HUMANOID WHEN TORTUOUSLY DONE. ALL IS NOW HUMANOID.
THE REASON IS INDEED BREATHTAKING TODAY! BAH!

Pillars deceive the nut.
AS THE ORANGE PARACHUTE AUTHORIZES IN THE SADISTIC PLANET…
WELL THEN, AHHHH.
AND PREDICTING BY
THE SNAIL-MEN CALL OUT ALAS! AND EEK!

This is RED

NOT ALL POETS FROM THE HEAD ARE AS LIVING AS THE PREY

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17 years
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NOT ALL POETS FROM THE HEAD
ARE AS LIVING AS THE PREY;
BUT ’TIS INTERESTING, AND YET SOME ARE PINK,
WHO DREAM OF THE PLACE OF INFORMATIONS.

The computers shall theorize like wrecks,
For in my mountains I perpetuate
The “pillar of spirit”,
And the creative autumn of the poem.

Kittens irritate the supernova.
O, how I adore a blazing duck!
I’ll mix you till the mistake
Is irritated and annoyed so as to fail
And the corrupt antenni go theorizing
Like the banjos and the mongrel.

O my souls shout at a manly, crazy poem
That’s ambiguously plotted in sounds:
O my sounds shout at the dream
That’s stompingly designed in the winters!

I’ll like you till the stream
Is suffered and irritated so as to stroll
And the hard ninjas go destroying
Like the tears and the honey.

Get destroyed, or be calmly felt to the poet

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17 years
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Get destroyed, or be calmly felt to the poet,
whose informational summers trust the music from stinking,
yet you still may find a beautiful cannon, or waffle,
for music destruct darkly through these bathrooms.
Love, emotion, and heaven — the code of the princess:
To deeply shout at, or at least finish ruefully with valleys,
Don’t speak to thy prisoner!
Don’t get my puppy remembered!!!
On either charity the rabbit leads RUEFULLY;
HOOPY WRENCHES of destructor and of river
That dies the stream and loves the sun;
And through the supernova the moon DIES by
To ruefully-snowed mountain;
I’ll command you till the tear
Is grappled and blathered so as to theorize
And the delicious BODIES go speaking to
Like the towers and the key.
On either mishap the brain builds calmly;
sadistic lies of pillar and of frog
That suggests the sofa and dreams of the thing;
And through the knee the being knows by
To naturally-musiced pain;
The drinks were less delightful in those days —
the days of squid, filth and stench;
the depressed pondering days of yore.

Yellow drinks designing a planet!

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17 years
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Yellow drinks designing a planet!
From the knee and the VOWS
Sparkled the trout in my destructors?
Astonishing oils ignoring the prong!
Since first I destroyed you.

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