zafusy

your sot sunk caller hopping
change grease or ,pill smelter
said a hunk a ,was that the naeb
boiling in the wood :rash crust

spent my sugar leap was hopping boiling

dropped my anus line my busy sugar
leech clutter ,gram dome ,lets lust
my oil shoe learning ,churned the reef
spent ,clutched ,dropped ,scanned ,dead

John M. Bennett

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