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MUSIC LIKES DIRT

Follow a ready parallel blue
Of the gym song and no one
Who knocks on the quota's
Beer batter will scope you.

That's the danger.

Now for the talking Popocateptl,
Waiting for pangs chin on fists.

I've been obscurer.

A good day starts with a tarp.
You claim maybe status
But it's ok. Choose all that apply
By the deadline, it's your emotions
Renting a tuxedo.

Tonight is showing.

Get up from under that game
And try out some wordless pricing. Fun, right?
The floppy bunny is obsolete.

Correct papers, hand back, times twenty.

Now shows off
A paper carton. A band of angels
Divides the door, a little ragged
And hard on the inventory
But they keep in a way
Matter and memory can't get over.

I like there.