enlightened polyethylene dawn promotes efficiency
filtration twinkles counter worlds. I master the oxygen
gazette and extract
shell smudge from timbered sonnets. You
and cash flashes smiles and toothiest
trolls. I want to describe
today but the shampooed temple
gets in the way.
Hey all, here is poem 29. Only one more day to go. Can you believe it, where did this month go? I have no idea.
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