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popsicles flopsicles

 Popsicles popsicles popsicles

Tropical fiber opticals colors

changeing out my sanquine monicol.


Breathe in that breakfast smoke.

Green as an artichoke.

 Young starving Artist

dabbing and tabing

doses and dreams dripping off my paint brush.

In God we trust.

Moving money deliver the dough

stack it like breadsticks.

Trunk full of linken logs.

Kindling trees lumbering jacks.

Steady moving like traffic.

Sunny delight after hours.

Sour patch kids.

We putting in them hours 

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