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you may say now 
those demerits relate to the seeds of the gm oranges
but just think the scanning of hibernation of the philtre
or of the kite the thread of which is cut off
they can’t escape their responsibility too 

then tell me to whom i could give 
my sad melting point   

but then to do any work means 
this trigonometry 
outside the territory of copyright 

then the connection of the biscuits 
with the thoughts of the fire-works 
is clearly dismantled 

the border-zone of all relations thus keep themselves apart 
and due to a sharp difference in the chromosomes of sand-stone
our dwelling-house becomes a museum 

to build a hospital with a big moustache 
at last within the hypnotized company 
the shadow of our bed-room appears

then the light of the social moon  is like the materials 
with which the inner parts of the sorrows of the pomelo 
is made up 

it may be well for making great 
the art-work of the horse-rider 
that is wrapped with the handkerchief of ocean   

it must be waiting for my shampoo-power too

some cure may be offered by the paraffin 
and her open hair

but one deed of the rose-petals
and the convex sweet drops of molasses  
is the flame of thumb-impression 
that is born and brought up by the pan-cake 
in-between sauce-pan and peter pan 

in this all-pervasive panorama of slang-opera

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