The MooseMathias Svalina
Some of these hotties get destroyed. I made this sweet mix cd & called it “Mellow Tunes.” I went to college inside a college-shaped seashell. I went into my room & turned inside out. Business timed too slippery. When I opened the frozen Nuts spilled across the carpet as trembling. The body on the cobblestone looks to me like a moose. That sliver of moon is his eye, those stars are his horns. The yellow has wings. A welt from the colander. Some of these hotties get their teeth for Christmas. Stuffed four dozen hot dogs into a moose skull. Some of these hotties get their money’s worth. Some of these hotties get destroyed. Do you want me to tell you about my new poem? It’s called: Some of these hotties get destroyed. I think You’re going to like it. I really think that You’re going to like it. Did you like it?
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