Why does the black face chirp?
Cornfields...
Minefields....
The rose is purple yes it is.
walking down the road.
The fishermen reels the relic in.
I need the vision of ceasar,
A picture of how he would look now.
I need a cup of moonlight...
of water and sandpaper.
Indent the soft tunes.
see the black clouds rising...
Ghost ribbons the fly in the air.
Your inside the tumbling pumpkin, he had issues.
Insert the coins,
behind .....
.. the ear
be hinge the rear view mirror,
sucking up loads of relish.
to reach for the flying kites....
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