lack
then plan who you are if you are,
to be
there, foam at the one toast, a trying in the
metal
sealed, then fame is famine, a nicety you square
with
yr sans thing, or con (with) science ..
that
field’s outstanding
in
itself, kudzu plain splashes
over
yr our someone’s horizon ...
drive
a little further, .. &
you
get to down
town
commerce
goes yer law
one
bitter,
some
crinkly there
aplomb—you
murmur:
at
‘em, smasher!
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