the boy kicks on his back, which is good for his memory.
the house does not clamor for care.
the dryer has a thought, fantastic, like a pony.
the mailman, jesus christ, the mailman has caught
his sleeve
on a branch. the boy’s mother is laughing. indeed,
she may die.
Jul 24, 2012
Jul 24, 2012 at 11:08 AM UTC
the boy kicks on his back, which is good for his memory.
the house does not clamor for care.
the dryer has a thought, fantastic, like a pony.
the mailman, jesus christ, the mailman has caught
his sleeve
on a branch. the boy’s mother is laughing. indeed,
she may die.
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