I want the green
luminary
luminary
vegetation
like a soul
like a soul
come over
nimble quiet
like a small
nimble quiet
like a small
remembering
whose fullness
of tiny flowers
whose fullness
of tiny flowers
dint the landscape.
Tell the shampoo girls That Sundays are best For pumpkins And the horse face boy Tuesday’s for thought Monday’s monarch Rests his mave ...
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