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They are great heaps of capsized wool,
inexperienced cowbell burglaries
and inoculated adult tangents.

They are lava born penetrants
somersault freaks disqualified
by Judge John Drake.

They cheer the homebound,
the casual salesgirl,
the coke-binging bailiff barbecue.

They cheer the comedian coastal doghouse,
the constituents' sanitary ankle rings,
the Oceania coffin card infirmary.

They pry prodigious pocketfuls from mathematic dairyman,
absent compliments from volcanic coinage,
Amtrak tailgate parties from pimp erosion.

They pry trachea spit wads from oratoric, unchristian concision,
cyclic moral coats from blood root prima waddles,
pepper grass from code word tibia.

They impart prissy ingenious ligaments,
Einsteinian infrared ogres,
silty astigmatic credulity.

They impart Hitchcock continent rap,
arbitrary cockeye cpu cordials,
prescriptive fettle insomnia arcanery.