I pick a millionth knick-knack.
Hair. Put it on da blade-shelf.
I back up slowly slippers.
Less ninety degrees,
draped in knees. Pointed
toward the nor'eastern dour.
I invite you over make
a slipcover for your head.
Big big fleurs all tiny ties.
Grandiose. Two dry
powders and a cheerful pot.
Listless cat. Not a breach.
Go on plucky'll do it.
Keep it stopping leaks.
Keep yer stockins sleek.
I grant you a bright dollop
and on it sprinkle of dill.
We hove here like its picnic.
You're so sure I cooked it
out of a box. I'm still missing
you curing my showboat.
Many exact grapefruits
hollowed out. Paneled objects
striking I blend om in.
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