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double jointed sounds like a party,
    roses service the funeral wind,
and exclamation points are grand and gone.

catch a crayon,
    eat the cold,
and pick names for the pickles we are in.

go round,
   get found,
everything today tastes so good.

wear a coat,
   or don't wear a coat,
life is full of tough decisions and fake blood.

adjust,
   the garden falls,
there is a reason we don't understand.