Extra zeros on floated bills emerge from red suburbs. I’m sure you understand frolic, an animal in different celebration. It’s bringing on many swarms of zeros portrayed in eyes it seeks protection from abomination it flees to haggard moons. Under loose boards there’s pits of fire abrupt blazes extinguished. In some strange rubric on lost embankments in a curve from mutual insolence
Money Maker
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Poetry in Motion 