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your milk?
Uncried over?
Lapped up
That bridge? Reached & crossed.
Reached, crossed, and burned down.
I misread the instructions and burned mine. I was soo close to getting the full list right.
Eh, water under the place-where-the-bridge-used-to-be.
And under that bridge? Water.
And out of that water? A fish.
And into a frying pan I presume
Briefly, before going into the fire.
You didn’t have the courage to write “came to.” 🌉 🥵
My cannon? Loose. My boat? Rocked. (Because of the loose cannon.)
My worm, eaten.
Temba, his arms wide.
Lemmy, the comments posted.
my mom’s face, stepped on.
My rocks, thrown.
Your jimmies? Rustled.
My shit? Worked out.
My monkeys? Brassed.
My monkey? Spanked.
Your cold Medina? Funkied.
Funky.
town
barreled?
How you gonna write all that and forget about horses
Well look at Mr Many Baskets. I keep mine all in one, much more efficient and nothing can possibly go wrong. Surely.
Lucky birds
My monkeys? in a barrel.
With the fish that you shot?
