oh my goodness
no i'm sorry
-whistles-
backward through time our rhymes twine with blackboards and the programs can not be compromised we're surprised to be apprised from the start that the open-heart department stores have recently run out have spun out on icy curves twisted yellow curbs into the sidewalk the negative space embracing this breath of optimism co-opting schisms and diagramming pretenses the dimensions of acquaintances not yet made or paid for in full the bulk packaging racketing up the wrenching teeth the smiles out of style with what's in keeping with today and the stayfresh retention of spaghetti memories the shivery breeze of nightmarish stares from square in the meatball corner pocket well i'll sink that rocket if you like it and strike it straight and narrow on the open arrow ledge wedging availability out of the equation the surreptitious raven croaking misspoken phrases the token days he's passed perched above my chamber adorable with that messaging the stress lessons and one more time and the rattle always the walls rattle stalling out calling about nine o'clock at night which might be better news in the morning but i'm warning your john hancock that the sock's on the other foot now! and how! just yawning into caffeinated supposing the golden closing of star-spangled arches smack in the middle of a banner year tearing through with speed and without reason though i'm reading all the papers and the neighbors seem to agree with the store-front TVs
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