Out for a stroll on some solidified oil
The mogul mutters mantras against the dawn
Clutching his taut Taiwanese timepiece
A Rockerfellian Kubla Khan
Living lies like any sensible philanthropist
Shooting scenes sans the exposition
Conservative citadel’s census gives the green light
Blame burning bridges on cruel derision
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