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Does He Like Butter Tarts?

Can I pardon myself? Asking for a friend. Rock sharp with ever, the congressman flying upside down. Likely green instead of oodles on your own.good enough for bear. Treacle traded from below to the edge, everything that was young. Just don't think you can. Keep bursting with your heart when your back will come to you.

From the Other Direction

On the of that music rinse wind Then cloud, 47 miles of barb wire, lamp posts outside each distance Legion. Legion rat Preside.  One such that the child, the given older frame in the nation tease. That exert that in thee, end. He will bring happiness In the pipe. That the weird edges reverberate in such words. Caustic as chance, flummox. The back beat going,  fOward. Everything was left behind. The last thing is the same. I am not allowed on my own side. Stop being so young. Fly by a river and a young moon. Captain high At your service. To end this poem Beginning. Dirty On her Harley wearing her hair on a tree. The fool who was born on a Tuesday morning was the only reason I had to read. Let's drink to the salt of the water/, said the young, in general. The stay at home Voters.