shelve the bicycle now and ride the shuttle van to outer whatscape
it is dry out there abutting eyesight yes
the fingers hurt with imprecision
take your thoughts out of your earwax
and behave for once for me not for yourself
a cholla close to your appreciative inquiry
to be or not to batter the G rated incision
batch learned space and brave the whirl
as near wind as the shelter lacking numbers
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