Like the pesticides trickle, he’s able and amble to avoid what we all must eventually face. Facetious like liars see faceted storylines, he views like a scared viewer would. Corporal, whimsical, drudgery limits he, stepping a stone with his wobbly flee. But runaway, oh he can’t, he shan’t, shone through a window, like watching TV’s the passersby
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