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Oct 19, 2008 20:30



I'll beam a stream...

Gather berries. Late-night merries. Ocean talk. Lovers' gawk. Makin' bets on cigarettes. Pilfered pumpkin. Pinchin' rump skin. Something I wrote ya. Wooden box of mota. Camo-creatures and preacher-teachers. Why, washed my blouse? I'll make you my spouse. Garbage snack. Hack attack. Rocks for sale. Here's quite the tale.




The above rhymes with:

Glove.
Shove.
Thereof...

Think the world of.
Unworthy of.

Mourning dove.

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