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Trolls with Half Life

Trolls with Half Life
6/30/19

Speak well the
considerable
excellence
speak well
in color purple
understanding
green
purple red
tea
 leaves of
bobbing 
the bingo 

bob is the
moment
is the
movement is
the explanation of
clearing facts
under fields of
green fiddles fiddles
turtles are green

sarcastic undertone
possible collusion
situates verb within
a stupid name donald
 we Rigel
and we isolate
the cream cheese for 
for the keyless people

Troubles: troubles are
colored calling in
solar and witness
and felt so bad is
just panting forever

the children
Cornices
In cave in
dole
eventual splices
In the
Integrated,
Virtual dog 
Or tour of
Owning
Synecdoche 
Of human
Synedoche

Free leave Malay
Archipelago
concerning future
raising of the
bunion people
attempted presto
obnoxious
nothing sedates the
slowdown calls

suds in space
instant word or 
ook we have a
million million million
none of which
will help the
children in the town
of children for all
the children no


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