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Gracie Baby - My Great Great Grandma Her slub skin,Woven through age,Potters pensively.Amongst mole hills,That puncture her lawn.Squares of foam,Obsolete - now sent,Rest forlorn beside,Ancient dust…Continue
There was a man up a pole,Who swayed and dangled a dance,agitating pigeons and sparrows,how thoughtless,mind-numbing,powerless.Diligent birds eyeballed this pendulumChirping a stupendous chorus.The…Continue
iDo does this.iDon’t doesn’t do what iDo does.Mine translates jargon.Mine will hunt a bargain.We are a people of iDo’s and iDon’ts. iDo has habitual social warnings.iDon’t has wanton schematic self…Continue