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Shutting the blinds first prepping for the evening

Open up the bag of seeds, slightly contorted bead priority

Clammy germ obtains the seed, operating selflessly...

Spare the on-ramp, highway speeds exhaust his lunacy

Where do you fall?

We're all placemats to dogs

The substance keeps like glue

Tying up your arm again are you?

I am

Brick dust compound rotten fruit; try

Tell me, what are those men doing over there?

Injection sport shotguns commence at the docks harbored by the H trade