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sky.
cloud.
bird.
water.
word.
scorpion.
poppies.
fertile green test-tube.
night-scene.
copy-machine.
light-beam.
light-arms.
light-eater.
red toothy plant.
sun-light eater.
fire flower illumines the garden.
Through the cosmic crack
mighty Shiva dances with
amorous Kali
to the serene flute flight
of sweet-breathed Artemis,
all forgetfully guarded by timorous lions.
amiable shark.
creative ant.
meditative mantis.
jelly-fish karma.
caramel mochiatto.
cat-fish roe.
sonar scream.
waking dream.
sonic ballast.
felt to last.
manic bombast.
panic under tranquillity.
bull-like virility.
plant-like sea sand monster.
blue cookie angel.
the green leper can show us the pot of gold.
the red pepper can spice up this pot of mold.
Led Zeppelin glides like a flying contradiction.
wax payer honey.
drip paper money.
tax hungry tiger.
cactus pike.
grass spear.
orchid sword.
bamboo axe.
poppy dart.
snap-dragon lance.
ivy tank.
redwood fortress.
pine field.
nay palm cloud.
pay alms for the port.
make the foot-balm goal.
a palm-capped shoal for a port.
give A.I.D.s to the poor.
make bank not war.
introverted spending.
lychii torch.
I like Lichen.
I back Barack.
ice-cold blackberry lemonade.
Shiva opens her tentacles
to see that I don't get two cars;
I'm gonna walk in my sleep tonight
because I'm belittled like you,
gore like Son of Sam.
a porch formica feast.
silicon salsa.
stun sun.
happiness warm gun.
flaming movie set.
stars.
moon.

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tazz317tazz317over 11 years ago
WHO KNOWS WHAT COULD HAVE OCCURED

in olden centuries past, except the words have continued, TK U MLJ LV NV

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