Pretty little things can slice your in-betweens. And again, i might ask, of what exactly are you hungry for?
Those things of Spring, that everyone sings and dances forwho loves it more...
who splashes spore....
Why is Spring such a special, luscious and beautiful thing?
I find it such a bore!
As if digging through the floor
in hopes of finding a trace of steel, or gold, a whore, or more...........
What else more can babies girgle for?
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