FIRE OF THE HAND
she leaves, she moves the eye of your eye
45 cow tongues cant move u
he elects u to the usa
the milky inner way is almost fire
the enormous lord places u simply in your purple hands
he breathes cow noodles
how these crows have duck
odd dog thorn, milky number, no hand
a chair in his hand
white rose of fire not that morning
the dog puts a strange white dog where it dreams
hide or walk with your eyes
the library is embarrassed
she moves your cloud very fast
put your heart in a bird
u are perplexed the day she took the clock
i cant move the dog
milk a staircase
move your noodle toe
think of your investment forest
39 mornings without u
the president is a strange dog
donna kuhn 2006
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