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The fine figurines and china shipped from different shores, In the for veterans store, the pixies were riding a tire down the river euphrates It was "time" "winter was mean" "finally" "free of risk", with a new tour I went entering, it was "room for one more", they let the two sirs stand with the place of honor and galore, their fit leads "were residing" as time expired "I found a giver of hoo hoos" and "the ghost who was sound shivered and true" became the fate of me In line

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Scarecrow, Tin Man, Lion, and Dorothy Day, was my couch in May, I could tell my bank was calm, my remote so swell gave thanks with my palms  In my peer's show, I thought of the band's prism and the moon being giant, their score's lead was also what I craved, the buzz was no doubt their to stay, I rang that bell and ranked the lunatics on the lawn, my free vote said oh well, last time the sync behaved with my music fan think tank and the gift was the then silent from the scrip

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Diving right into the alternative grunge music again was myself in the bose room with the temple of the dog On and thriving was myself with the files of flac bytes, I was a sponge with their reign coming from the shelf, “I suppose the tune is not just for the nineties” I said so simple while looking at the humble wifi router hog Grinding was myself and my foots stomping with miles of glad might, I was in the mood for milk without fudge, the skim milk came, I was humming with

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Sincerely coming was the way he again came by barefeet and foot How I was hearing his lead running from the urban decay with pain with no complaints his nature meet was for the books In the clearing's sunny but nervous rays with the day to gain he was looking drained incomplete with god's gobbledigook Raring to see the humming of certain bees so brave with no disdain was the way he used his brain for his insect's seat to give attention and look Tearing with the need of lungin

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Playfully not done but being in the field was myself about to head into that settled ancient forest, I resembled purgatorius   Rays of the ruling sun freeing into me appealed as I dealt with my doubts of being fed, I had to again be nestled and be patient with others who flourished. With the breeze I was nimble and my entrance was sure and glorious.   Inside the notorious day of cooling just for fun my needing of him taking the wheel, had me return with the swell repeating tr

He was the Nobile Duck Of York; He had ten thousand pens; he marched them up to the top of the hill without a spill, and he was there again bound with lens for his den He was hopeful with luck, he wasn’t quite a stork, but had the might of papers to sort, like the breeze so glad which was also his sound sound friend, the need of also his wheel barrow cart dropped another knock with the will, with no doubt, to again use the quill, With no fear against the door, with ten knock

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I was on the steps, I was late; my debt was in a bad bad state, but I kept on going to that certain date; I slept and being a baby brand new was first rate   Again while walking with that pace, in front of the factory stocking with rival grace, my eyes were locked in to the dragon mate, with the continuous hard knocks of his crunching life’s fate   Again the mascot of the factory always caught in that fresh new slate, refused to be refrained and distraught as he was full of p