How's my sweater bumps?
All the meadows are asphalt
I scream for ice cream
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- Sprung Luv morning feeds on tigers it's aptly tit...
- which side of my wave? the old undertow pulls me w...
- fighting for a rock such strife, such small banana...
- floating on floating my low tide washes me up the ...
- How's my sweater bumps? All the meadows are asphal...
- Saw General Custer dreaming of handcuffs,riots pas...
- Adagio song I enjoy my new haircut pay attention b...
- vertical moon beams while,on course,the moon circl...
- blossoms are grounded where no cherry blowers bloo...
- wild geese headed south they do not leave formatio...
- wind splashing the waves lap to lap a quarrel soun...
- Bear hugs,bear hugs all I gain,lose, my second coa...
- This storm of summer rows of trees bend towards me...
- Another busted haiku Dredging memory I bait hook l...
- There once was a writer named Joyce whose green sn...
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- Shadows chase the sun or does the sun chase shadow...
- Sailing the oil slicks a lot of godless ding ding ...
- When my jungle leaps the hairy lions sliding Jesus...
- I'm sleeping on a fish that's pulling lots and lot...
- Airports are the same gates slide their canopied b...
- Birthday 65 It is just your mist Cloud trace my f...
- Journey secret howls to cross always meaning/ mea...
- The invisible The cheap mirror's reflection Today,...
- Skinny rocks, fishing the water has no footprints ...
- Walking difficult halfway up the mountain path the...
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- The hidden flowers They each plead for a new dress...
- Dandelions float the green green cemetery dot yell...
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- The Book Where's my money? I want my fuck en money...
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