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Portence Few and Fame

The nuts to be elastic
By the shouts of providence sound
Accostive by the exit
For poem in right
The day of this is landing
To single Heaven be
No more chairs for the good
This standing genre
In your time a life unmet
Misery hall and syncopath
Burdens to the relate
A travel beam to Scotland
And sure by day
That nothing goes alone
Beams of twer
And quanticy unveered
Simple analog with sound
A German woman
For all this salad hers
Beamed from Upper Clement’s
I miss her
And strike the laser red
Hues of green escape
And socio here for day
In England’s news
A rose to North Korea
But not
Embargo seeks the cheese
And daybreak machine
Forgotten rose
A 404 not found.