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It is an infectious fever
As though I needed stilts to look myself over
And written on the top of the salt
Hello we love you!
Experience shakes on by in a truck
But I do need a container for my tea
And a pen to write small enough for the black book
Not that I soak in it
The pharmaceutical nepotism
O docket! of pasha-dry
Farm music
On crisis drawstring supermarket try
To explain the fights and imperatives
Or even represent them
And then save the bend
Oh but to have a hill of your own
You can't despond of the mark
Organized to crush all cans you who say me!
When you wake.