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Pink-nosed kittens scamper across the road;

a misguided puppy feels life flash twice;

a white-robed woman reaps the sand she sowed,

as she guides the sea toward soul sacrifice:

The desultory jazz roars mixedly;

the steel drum man whiffs a concave mirror;

the dried gourd can buzz like a six-head bee;

the street is a straight line towards this furor:

The moon, like a scimitar shot with flash,

floats in 3D through a cloudy halo;

love is out of reach if you’re out of cash

after a life of leaving to say no:

Oh, but Christmas lights really look like stars

on July 4th above prostatic cars.

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