The green envy of stripe
left a bar sitting on a sloped
hill, edged, on the faded glory
to the turnpike, to the left
on the moon.
May there.
Will I ever go, to the moon,
by tom hanks jr. On soda, may
a woof, in bright light, shine
on my scary face
moon me on route
I hope you tell the future
whats on your mind, gifted
a cancelation of a subscription
to a profile of morality and seizer
to dust of volcano bush though
we might go out and have
a drink of lava on tap
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