Frame of house, and side walk,
Split at the king car passage.
Watch earful.
Sail routs, away from the land.
Pink tree & hills curtains
Watch from the window
Breath people heads
Hide on the shelter, like snakes, on the shadow sun
Hill's view of miles, park side
See the mallard duck,
feed on lakes & bread
under the oak brunch bad.
One step, two step, go back.
Damn
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