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Sally in the sand, ocean's pen
One grain, on the center of her mind
Through the landing, on her feet, she fell
And dig, a foot. Worth and warned
She struck, her knee and whiteness
poured out of her spleen. A painful
chomp, grinding her teeth. She spilled
blood, through-out the sands. Mrs. Bee.
How sorrowful is the wave, of salty jingles
under a drop of rain, sweetened by...
avoid the almonds, all the same, avoid it well
Under a red-vail, blow blow. Pictures of pen
Blow blow, a pint of me.
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