You are the book I'm trying to sell. The vaginal folds of the rose should tell you all you need to know about the consumption of beauty. There were fifteen drops of water on the window after it rained. I counted while you slept, thinking as always of Jesus.
How many ways does one need to read a sentence? Oddly, it doesn't seem stupid to write that the rhubarb has been resurrected. The dog slept while I slept and woke when I awoke. Loyalty and love take matching shakers.
Order fish, order whatever. I make you laugh which makes being a poet kind of ancillary. Oh well, we are all aspiring altruists. Jesus made me do it!
Chipmunks hesitate near the rusted bed spring. Blue jays preen on the leg of the broken lawn chair. It rained then but now it won't. You've got a certain style, like sunlight on a grackle's wing.
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