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Salts
Contributed by
screwge
on
Friday, 11th December 2009 @ 09:16:10 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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You can wear Their garb, but that That is your choice Is mostly The rebarbative dive, And you'll look Like a salmon Swimming in a Paper bag. At half's Hoisted mast And at half-view, Your bilging Properties Tend to Fatten up the sack, So the laughing stock Is here before you wear A bed And show the other sexed how Stilted, How granular A trade can be. In the sun, Sweats idealize salts, Uncanny Affection dries To pills And Pellets, and Your hugs become Quite square.
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