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I would greatly enjoy Drinking a full bottle Of blue sky, with Cloud cubes. And as a youngest Quasi-only child I have no basis Upon which to babysit. I keep a pocket-sized Terrace with me At all times Purely for the flowers. And it would be a Jolly thing to have An eight-year old Dream come true. On rare occasions I wear dresses And walk sedately Through fields. And once in awhile The bird on my leg Is a massive swallowtail And tries to fly a feathery airplane.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Pockets (Or Lack Thereof)
I would greatly enjoy Drinking a full bottle Of blue sky, with Cloud cubes. And as a youngest Quasi-only child I have no basis Upon which to babysit. I keep a pocket-sized Terrace with me At all times Purely for the flowers. And it would be a Jolly thing to have An eight-year old Dream come true. On rare occasions I wear dresses And walk sedately Through fields. And once in awhile The bird on my leg Is a massive swallowtail And tries to fly a feathery airplane.
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Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
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