"Observed with grass styles, carrying a bag of white laps, melon-juice preserver and stippled june home. The hard work casualty and one who collects items for no particular use, lets go his latest splash of testemony.
I was walking in the streets spinning circles with my fingertips, straight out of this rhythm to your circle receivers soulmates, when it occurred to me that we could all be in the eye of the apple right now!
I beleive in vagueness, the language of dogs. I keep a ladder to climb above myself for viewing the surprising.
I say 'make way for children', and sometimes I wear an overcoat."
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