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Monday, July 30, 2018
plunder
First forest force effs up
On purpose dropping consonant glue
In sonar honor the vowels my whale thing
Snatched off a beerstool
Into duty yodeled by a mad pirate
Cutting the plane of water with 200 horses
Diving off the bell tower
Peering into 100 feet of chasm as
Sturgeon register on the digital screen
The tresses of the bog her ramparts I suck
Like one hundred billions gallons
Fluid shove O Columbia
Under your thunder all plunder surrenders
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