Watching mouths and picking stones out of the flow
Barely but after catching heck for it. The secretary said
I was rude. No bones for the bureau. Trophy case of
All my reflections. I touch the world. Frotteurism as a landscape
with does and lambs and doves and slugs and swans
Itch. Swans bitch about this is threefold,
Fistily and earnest there is sand in the ouevre;
Seconded and pistols doom is a bit heavy for a fucking lyric;
Turd informant disinformatik year three
Paper squares for bum maintenance are nearly
uniform cross culture. Everybodys got opinion, like
Milk Duds. Scat Man Cruthers. Angels in the outfield
Meet swans with dirty faces, reenact. How much coffee is
How many cigarettes. My OCR is not the final word. Puder
Zucker. Old itch is irresistible, before long what? Swans probing
In misunderstanding, deceit, loneliness, fear.
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