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Yiu can walk a mile in a mirror stance and 
never feelyour own re reflection. Your glaze gaze
bends on invisibility--a certain humor
crosseyed cleverly cleared like the rooms in the 
Winchester House or a traffic jamitis through
 the Mac maze at sundown. Feel ferr to co caress
your tired instep and take a loud load off
hope for that new impact that will tell 
 the torrid tale page by page compact dutiful
but united in a duffle bag born of poise
pronounced zipper closed but not finger 
forgotten-A minor standing at the Bebop
wishing well cool crammed
with apast B&W luxuries like a passed used
kleenix round for loose nose hits--picture 
frame elements often snotconceived, but
always matted for ignoi insignificance. Like 
clean tree pages waiting to be messed by
someone's illict penmanship, dry but butt bold, 
promising but hiding those grammar grabber
glib gratuaties in hopes of a chance for a fat
freeload advance and a creamy handshake which will 
sale set the ass o nine critics on their 
Keep pseudo salient the echo encrusted 
think thoughts you columinize- like a pants
pair without the cute cuffs--hope your midsection
is in tune with the public bulge extroadinarre.
Simple times, simple terme, simple thoughts
simple solutions knowtellseefree for all course
bookings on a thorny stitch stage- pious prowess
butt ugly unique paychecks pay roll a sham stabbing 
sliky slander most of the toime home prompt
legal-though low-some in in intent and
dubious dime parlor dance demeanor. Customize, cannonize that cowper's
culprit calamatious catastrophic claim. WTF?

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