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<P>This one,<BR>this one out out damn spot dog<BR><BR>weaves, just a hair<BR>West of the special school for teeth<BR></P> <H5>CROSBY, STILLS and NASH</H5> <P>I'll light the fire, while you place the flowers <BR>In the vase that you bought today. <BR></P> <P>Our children are safe in antique crisp catalogues </P> <P><SPAN class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">Our house, is a very, very, very fine one of them. </SPAN><BR><SPAN class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">With two wells in the yard, </SPAN><BR><SPAN class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">Life used to be so yard, </SPAN><BR><SPAN class="goog_qs-tidbit goog_qs-tidbit-0">Now everything is tea and trumpets </SPAN><BR><BR>Come to me now, and rest your head for just five minutes, <BR>read your special edition derbustics issue of TORO <BR><BR>I snagged you from the mag stand.,<BR><BR>where the wild's still <BR>being running eggwhite real <BR><BR>down, whittled, my beak not capable of <BR>hurting you or your family<BR>flexing into steroids<BR><BR>and more <BR>than breakfast caught by the children and<BR>that guy around back who lives in the shed<BR><BR>where the horses may be still <BR>keeping score in that game of life horse shoe badminton<SPAN style="FONT-STYLE: italic"></SPAN><BR><BR>crying until we release them back to their pastures</P> <P>pasturised, circumstanced, plank plank plank paint job</P> <P>the end</P>
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What is the sum of 7 and 7:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.