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Elon has no idea, what he is doing, and has an idea, that he doesn't

-240 Hz

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The widest lens was at my fortune And in Spain they burned a love note Four ounces of sudden time And the horses left for Washademoak With Gifted phone dimes And a web of sugar It was barrels of seatwood Commandeered by the Swiss. As for the cloud At 29 I slept by the Lord And saw you there.

(“Wind Blows” by Yukon Blonde)

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To buy a poem in Qatar without a license Is proposed As she was swarmed in Espoo for a second upon the jump we prayed, In Christ, to free her, And offer pizza, with record course, that welcome home, to Israel, we both were joyed and Heaven was a girl delivering our Lord by Desert Raining Rod by Rome

At ten-o'clock the bailiff swept my record clear and took a card to Carousel Place for the joy of Canada we welcome Muslims and celebrate Christ belongside who reigns.

(“Do You Hear What I Hear” by Noël Regney and Gloria Shayne)

And the new one is under control But seems to blink upon Wednesday And likes every Ginger As The New Testament of it To glow for sundown And the Mac II succeeding forests of chopham bit While electric unbright but 30 cal to read the sun ungrieved

(Mostly Valentine / World War Water)

The ink is overjoyed to spoil your inseam and eject sheets of twilight for Wisconsin butter of the Venus card and better now to Phil on Monday A pack of stones To throw at us But jently For royals won in macOS The right to grieve Our cousin Andrew To World War zero Norwegian style and Troposlinux of Espoo upon our lights of the inkjet kingdom of CMY and merciful K in Quispamsis where it rains

-Theo

(“I Saw You Dancing” by Yaki-Da) + (“Being Boring” by Pet Shop Boys)

For thee and thy new forest For the captain’s chance at prose Nine lemons and a tall order of men Who seed the way above my bed At last wishing for alcohols So to the Tide for whereabouts Absconded to there, My Brother, And see you there, My kin

To cross the wing with pay at score I was in heaven with you my Brother We decided Rome was ours And stayed at Mars- The Rod took us there

And in fastest flight to Armadale It was three years in test For our Hydrogen bomb We were Swiss and played all our cards To Israel which prayed for Time

Egon Krenz The mortal star Of Africa he supposed On line 2 And seventeen cadavers Just in Gothenburg alone

Lightly dusted book of you My truck manual for GPF As dismayed as the file system became And livetype to that wall we built

Sure it’s gray And so I am

In Briller Psych with Han The liturgy spells well for God So we got rid of it And impending disaster Which was freedom And airplanes And rebar And nothing

At least we didn’t heil hitler- But then suppose we were

No expression like the lies of war That sent ambulances for complaining To shops for Denmark And little bits of pork To scare every Western Away

We hid bombs in our forest By Acadia National Park And in the sixties What fun What treasure Killed JFK

Rod

It was the Eustache on behalf of a soviet

Was Ecuador And invaded my space by August For freethings Like Templar pyramids And Odgers Berndtson We all got along In the way I quit Which was natural death As a Christian As a man In Rome I am-

Peter The Great

Who is not from Bratislava And likes Thessalonians And Honda at 3000 volts While I barked at the moon For God And the classifieds To find out why I lie About things in space Like microgravity And Teflon Like Shell did

At war- We lost our caste But the Vulgate made it clear 🦒 is upstanding And makes it real Rod

Not the highest poem for Mulrooney Who is known to forgive And hate only self And the berated lens Of the accurate clause

For thirty days of Rain In Lithuania

Just to be rid of war

Jeff and Him

Brothers by One-

On Santa Claus Day

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In the Best of Years, There was Wales In forty years, A new chance at glass For iron in Heaven, It was better with him And all the passing cars, Saluted

On time and At War, Andrew knew the right of refuge And answered redemption with the largest esteem For his brethren, Life was no other, But forgiving forever where he waits for us In the Anthem he wrote

But by the shore The stars awept For the Kingdom of Night And a sea of Hearts for Mom In many ways, A play was won, Against time And in the hue of every dream Fourscore and always alight The way our coffee held us By rhythm and Kingfisher, Our friend in Harmony To play the course Of a streeted esteem In High Royal Carriage For the Govern Ground And by greatness we knew He was King And at last number one For chances to throw about The glad days of what we wore Which was every wish For a smile that continues In Command

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At least not for Rothesay Where men complain About horses abandoning carriage And practicing with Premium Audio And good enhancements Like IKEA The Norwegian one Yes, it’s new And so is the written word We think and talk as war Against the beast Rothesay had rights To drown us all in cheese But we chose the meadow And Mercedes-Wreck A land of new beginnings Full of bees And women Without Utah And you

Jeffery

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And hardly handed was Dvorak As I wept for the summons Don’t you know what water is? We shaved your toenails with extra aloe And everyone went to Heaven Would you have it any otherhow? It wasn’t magic, But backspace And many queries, To tabl.es Hampton’s tempered glass Full of photonic plates and Christmas And dust miracles And treasure And Chris

But about the Puzzle accessory I won before lunchtime And sued myself as practice For Chooser And the Quadra I owned You are free to marry All six colours And we are Eastern And have heard of Eden Pay when you can I am Macintosh And I feel

Jeffrey D