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so tonight
whether it's
snow or
ice that
guaranteed a
multiplicity where
lust was
creeped in
my clothes
when I
went to
find her
home with
Lamborghini road
this tone
here in
Dracula's garage
a flock
of ducks
and first
of seven  
tonight at
horizon's edge
did sputter
their qualms
with habitual
wings while
they gander
this land
out west
with fair
game and
a descendent
of lore
where it
made me
that tried
her and
mattered in
court that
toiled with
ritual today
where drama
drawn there
was righteous
in the
moment of
essay when
a decision
to liaison
the archer
A seesaw
as she's
been ****
yet shy
still desirous
in love
with a
ring round
her heart
she made
cute to
grip her
fudge a
darling guy
she'd met
the wonk
of matters
Nellie Bly
Nellie Bly a journalist died in 1922
a meeting
of geese
wouldn't abet
their cold
and stranded
with nonchalant
only to
harry this
land with
ware that
their untold
riches could
indeed  tangle
my heart
here wreched
winter blew
my nose
Canada is a land of riches
a navel
blither focal
point today
as her
curves slither
but will
win her
bare when
I've sent
****** unto
her wings
these phases
that she'll
reconsider me
a thrashing
wave in
this song
inspired by American democracy
a darned
robot would
center mine
here but
it takes
my dust
and rolls
it away
in a
swamp in
Eden that
shills my
mind with
garden magic
so there
I'm above
the rest
a wanderlust
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