lead Ants on a tongue moody,
a guard stops threatening me with his eyes squirrel
fails when
mouth spits me execrable. I am a persona non grata body,
oddities do not know at this time of shoe sole.
The herd makes its murmuring chorus and soloist ridiculous
continues with the song of spiders look appetizing.
Sailboats frighten the bones of poetry in a port without mooring.
The boat captains have a huge mast and a small shell.
Mothers and fathers talk to their children about "lascosasdelatv"
while watching "lascosasdelatv"
in a program that speaks of "."
A shot in the skull of children.
Hours are leading us to the end of the day.
Love does not fit into a wristwatch.
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