The time of sass,trophe

She keeps playing Pen;

and we keep waiting onthe skirt;

turn a pink; head.

They yuck up not cough but laughs and we curdle our yogurt;

it’s always fun to sea into the view of bars;

and then there’s the window; and that’s a set of bars;

but you can’t feel through them;

without the window not exising; exi-sing;

and you’re out of jail;

uhm; why would you want that.

uhm.

I dreamed vividly once.

Really why.

I don’t I saw a girl with big sinks

and wide floats;

and afterward: I got a ward’s court; and not ice cream.

It wasn’t so fun; there were sang members doing sanger’s cited: time in outside of bars;

they don’t like candy bars that much.

I mean who doesn’t like candy bars.

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