Got aesthetic universal saturation in the grip of the morning sun.
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The creosote that erodes all the odors that lie dormant when the day is done.
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Hop the dingle on the ferry takes you back to the dimension that's just begun.
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Riding the crest of the communion to a union, Harry Truman is the holy son.
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And he says...
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