3. Rice fused for absolute credence and leer-bladder devival
4. Thru seven (rhymes with heaven)
8. Speaks highly of chewing
9. Nein. No. Figure it gout
10. If yore is Swedish; zen is Sven
All the patter?
The man would be pudding, sez the poem. Castles of cardboard, getting beat up after lunch, shipping celebrities off to rendition camping scenarios (beans, sierras, traded joesephones) (in shallow grave portables, mind you); lux yurts and platters of yeast items, candlepants damping persuasions, but most and donny, gag restraints on comedians and architectures-- too preachy unkind, on topple, in candor, and gleaming of dirt and cinnamon, incandescent eggs, and chained through one too many delay units. The resolute would knife the leg or tire, slack the sables while hefting two before seven, eleven say, backpacks into staff/infected mods of wracks, guise, chisels, superindent agent interior lexicon semantics, and but for were it naught: the light inside that misery month would glow baby glow.
(eyes used for tooth support)
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