polka dotted lawn
let's pick a dandelion
to keep by the sink
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you take the ankles, i'll get the wrists
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- killer bees are gonna get you
- lists. everyone's doing it.
- it rolls down stairs, alone or in pairs
- with lots of frosting, too
- my favorite haiku
- down Tim, down!
- OH YES, soup for me
- i'm fixin' to wax on, wax off
- suede vests with tassels are cool
- 180 degrees in 150 days
- $100 to cry for a 50 minute hour
- i'd want to run my hands through sheets of suspend...
- old dog, new trick
- i'd like a kitten, please
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Sitting in the back
Trying hard to talk to you
My stop coming up
My face is wide open
It lets in a starry night
Vincent fills my smile
My face is wide open
It lets in a starry night
Vincent designs my smile
small golden flowers
bane of my lawn's well-being
Roundup will kill them
(sorry, just had to...)
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