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Submerged in a biplane labeled "escape"
I'm libeled by the cabernet, a lighthouse brand
Of miscellaneous information about belonging
In the cumulus congestus, the word I.
Now the lateral sensation, is it yaw or pitch
That drops my question marks into a glamorous
Distance from the immense immediate push.
In any case, we're stitching a sampler
At a great variation from the morning.