In life your bike walks like pesky molasses.

   And without this curse who will sue angry Paris?

Who, if not you, is insane?  I sent the tire, so you're furious?

   Ultimately, not being nice is as proper as a nosy, evil

and ignorant miser.  You staged the ferry for Agnes.

   In Thessaly everyone was dead and wearing bibs.

Not that this is vague, it is similar to collating women.

   Think it over or ask if the sky isn't sick today.

Four if forty.  Twist, it isn't contrary you'll notice.

   Rum, not the military, is the cure to the national debt?

I am asleep, not you, so don't relinquish your sight.

   For us animals, an alligator is one weirdo.

Also, I am contemptuous of quotas that limit currency.

   When Singleton is 40 you'll be a cadet

and my sister will tremble or I will flee a bus in horror.

   And the time for information sings in gold notes.

And why come when you'll forget if you've been quarantined.

   If you kiss her you'll be out a sister, nosy miser,

and in a grave situation.  We understand feminist

   discourse and we sit exclusively by a fire in a home.

Neither am I appalled or dreaming, I have our mulberry mirror.

   Out dog!  My  whole body is not the I.

Nor do I possess nobility but I secure love.

   Now sit down, Love, on the imaginary cedar,

and whether your parents are dead or resting you would still be a suspect,

   which, in truth, was cited as no rumor of mine!

I don't want to put your solace up for rent

   and I don't sit with me because it is bad medicine,

but I understand love not your miserable socio-economic parameter.

   Like the alter in alternate, I am without a mutual flare.

Why?  Why ask, my Cynthia?  What design!  What gall! 

   Why? again and again:  Do not punish this cat when he rocks the boat.       

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