Notice the absence of talking duck,
Dick. (All of the world's ports are just burger joints
Soil lipping into the grinding sea,
We should have, I say.
never again, never again in the hotdog-stand of emotion
pinch off the living motion.
I'm smattering the edges of the cemetery
filling the holes with plastic
I will sell you one
Lovely! we will have it beneath the petals of
and never be betterever again
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