Pillows are natural selection for ducks, and babies, and the wives of jealous men
Moors are a place where very little happens. Staying still
And all the people writing stories then had diaries those people have diaries
On a playground it could be something to yell at someone who journals
Who do you think you are, a pillow?
A wet dirt that isn’t mud yet
A person isn’t mud yet
I could fight a duck if you’d write in your journal about me about it there could be
A very good reason for doing this to a duck.
Ducks are the main culprit of overfishing
My imagery. My mind
A tango is
What I sing when I am not alone
A white and feathered mud
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