The green potato foxes crawl through the air
to untangle the feet of a lemon's hair
it cleaned the ears of a horseshoe pie
to please the blue onions of a trombone's eye
The music came from red donkey's ear
screaming about the noses on a can of beer
a chocolate book was playing the drums
with 3 chin toe nails and a plate of rum
The hair pages were singing into the spoon
created by the dark of the moon
the sunset from the fork was stirring the elbow of legs
cracked three times into carnivorous eggs
The shell will soon be closing
creating the blueberry light
the yolks will soon be waking up
as they bid your shoes goodnight
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