Sunshine awoke, the tanning dept. Its surrender surrounded by a chase of bonking lights. An antenna tower could be seen out back, where angels hover. Wide as hell for freezing over? Far and tethered to the sun and the moon and the freezing rain. Gathering wood turned holy battle fly and ship island, wreck. Lures, furrowing burros ate the wildflowers. Watered by snowmelt what comes back to life. Death Valley waves to amber cosmos rose arose like cubes to function jello yellow heaves of halo hood and darkness thirsty are the parched. Parks carved in fifty heads snakes biting their time never tested so sodden and the misbegotten. Royal boil foil toil shake the spear gotten, rotten. Spread the cries yummy cummy sum of pies. What hues imbues with spew and chuck and never forgotten comes from cotton. Of bolls that burst and dry white red and dead exposed to sun seeds crossbred. Tinfoil the moil toil and oil. Rhyme sits on leg of tongue rocks in trees back and forth for heel and wedge of plum.
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