In any case, pondering over it and looking out of the window.
Then when we and they posses all this just one single thought,
there where looking is that cake there for me under.
She for that chocolaty brown talking to me as I slept.
Dreaming,
anyway like the dog my leg moves after another one, but between.
Rubbing me there my fur soft and where I, is a bed by your wings and you lift one leg and smile, which causes the licking of lips.
Stopping when then with help finds the thing which awakes.
I awoke shocked at the appropriateness.
Chocolate cake, ring dings and vanilla moon pies.
Coming apart for that one was strange and the strangest thing is,
pulled apart but first things being first, while being attached, you more than me being asleep thought.

Is It Poetry

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