Queens and Furies all speak dust.
Tarts of sugar leap in guttered shoes
to sleep.
Fleeing felons TB shows so sad the
ending knows no other way.
Plastic tonsils last a life time.
Children never steal square quarters
machines wont work at shcool.
Quails always nest in my comforter then
I beat them..
Sheep never need a hair cut as I raise
them in my sleep.
Poo is always delicious as it never comes
out the same way.
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