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Richard Rand
Richard Rand, First ever Combat veteran To email “Desperate for Oscar.”
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 301
study in a color lab one finds that finds that finds that finds that finds that finds that finds that finds that finds compare germs using bar soaps fall down a bit this overall consumer on horseback the like words climax approach cavalry not race toward a cavalry approach the burning candle obsessions being…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 300
the statelet serotonin’s growth fed down to the last river in happiness paradise in addition through caverns metabolized in the gut considers various systems of ice down to the cedarn cover the stately afterward participants seething a momentarily happy sea it was holy the river into happiness paradise prophesies hail or the chasm which…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 297
via Ennius of sufficient praxes poetry comes pen back of routine scaling else Alas! a king’s remains, it’s from the plaque in latin which has homer return early a dentist concluded that you eat cavities half-burned, covered with blood, homer’s dentist doesn’t rinse that would be pared to risk of bias the epicharms again suffer…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 296
down at the oracle the razored whispers hiss step off you got sounds of snow-station returns flash themself new why is it only why glides that quiver the hall lifting to a full roar of hurt he opens hurt away brined again new operations smile his sense of leaves look there exterior rooftop morpheus…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 295
your glimmering new legs cypher nervous necrotic alarm sounding counter-clockwise up the gun stairs brine new back eyes stare against matrices interior hall fifty filthy mice burn in indifference at the oracle brine the streetnight like new lear new meaning then before inenvious as brined when a mastermind storm closes what almost-death wants morpheus’ new…
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Wikipedia Poem, No. 294
the wall continued interior kitchen much and we look living into outsidewalk why it rushes his snout a moment continues among the matrices ponk ponk ponk power popes into the sea in the broken throom morpheus get your cutting field and sleepy cypher man strikes again at everything the brine is easy and new…
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