Craiyon
you never see the
pillow coming before the
night that has no dawn
🎼 I'm looking over
A short billed plover. That I've
never seen before🎵
Craiyon
nothing under her
sable coat, boss man's wife sent
my ardor soaring
The carrot loves you.
Now the trick is to make friends
with the big bad stick.
Craiyon
Albino lizard
Goes by the name of Blizzard
Slithers o're the land
Craiyon
Early mourn dream gap
I hear the boneyard dog howl.
Not now big bad hound.
Craiyon
belief in the flat
earth balanced on a radish
in the middle rules
When the acid rain
Makes the fields start to fizz
The plop plop should come
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My unreasonable expectations have often led me down the path of irrational exuberance.
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