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Toppling hills keeping safety alive
Barely. Quivering quackers jumble embrace
With use to be. What "happiness" claims
Captures growth and ruts and grapes. For one
To escape, drape the hour. The name belongs
To no one the woman ever breathed. A shameful
Encore bellows apprehensive advice to warm Southern
Cheeks glowing crowdedly in single-file sidewalk lines
Cheering for more. Independence is not important
To freedom, idealism explains, but everybody else
Knows the distance. RoseBud - the prettiest smile
You've ever seen. Compromised fame shutters
In the distance and grows in the spring, providing
Gibberish to foxes and squirrels in the late fall.
Your dreams are worth cheating for - atop the
Dragging waltz you tip-toe, releasing imagination
To freedom and imperfection.