Sunday, February 7, 2016

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By some estimates, the cost of a single apple has risen
to walk among the living. They say it's a nice job
if you cannot forget to brush daily.

Excuse me as a minute passes, then see
where that leaves the trees in winter:
naked as deaf ears. Their soft collapse comes

as commuters in cars can only guess, but the ablest
officers look like all the fiercest weather events
went out for tennis tryouts. I haven't

suffocated very convincingly in a
sudden ardor lately, i.e., the moon landing
was not a hoax, but the moon may be.

Thus concludes any up-to-date horoscope
over there in the ancient meadow, being victorious
like a little bitch (a literal small dog).

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