The best reflections he knew how to cultivate:
five-generation barbeque in a red, white, and
baby blue bubble, hundreds of feet underground.
Sublime panorama of heroism buttressing our
choicest department stores and truck- stops.
Yes, that war.
The one with serrated demonology.
Disgusting aftertaste.
What fathered the disgust?
Millions of ants are marching on my great
lawn toward the house that turns out to be a rental.
when the ants go marching;) / ind{yeah}
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