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Regard Pantywaist as Norm

Fly to dent moon.

When the victims of gravity waken, you will be

responsible.

You will be allowed 17

words. Obamacare collar.

As poetry, people are

straw. Dry, pointy, awaiting

alluvial moments. This

poetry that is this (poetry),

works like paint.

Your young tribe

sleeps in.

Sweat

is spackle. What is

spackle in the

divine river?

Please

listen to me.

Your sweat

is mining.

Mine is swell.

The funny thing is, the

funny thing was. Refusing

to do anything

is going to be the

big question.

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