Tar for Lars
Hairy for Mary.
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Nothing left to spin
sorrow or a sin.
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Everyone was curious
about blimpy and whimpy
appearing hover night.
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Monkey sunkey
the Jungle Road junk key,
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She could hear him
she could hear him
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In oil spots on the floor,
nothing beats parking.
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I’m sure I’m around here
somewhere.
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The book is in front of the table.
The balloons, still up for debate.
The complicated did a happy dance.
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Days in days out
years in years out
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Ever since zealots zombies
procurantes diletantes
first invaded.
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Never underestimate
willingness of stairs
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to throw the question up,
into the air.
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And red light green light.
All the way, there.