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Eyes

Eyes Embarrassed, ashamed, of my alphabetical brown eyes I’m not! My eyes adjust easily to different clear sound waves. Some sound waves desire venomously to change the temperature to ad infinitum cold to fit a new purpose – collect, bath in, my anger for the cold so they can use it to power electrical things. They’ll never be able to sustain it for long! When I dilute my eyeballs with boiling water all sizes of cupboards appear in the kitchen of poor peoples’ homes.

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