[for every * read one of the three parts of the title]
I can't wait all day for * my rhododendrons are
screaming for * and the guilt has me limper than thou
* is my waistline, not to mention the lack of any barrier
between * and a recycled membrane *
is the only thing that's going to break this cycle of *
versus * like *smeared with a paste made of aspirin
I know it sounds weird like *without slumber parties
endless expanses of pajamas with feet and *
* makes all of our dreams sneeze
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