March Poem 1

Pulled of the buttered toast, we secretly began odd loading of point on delta trips.
It may seem like a big bream releasing weekend.
Factors still may knock over lamps to drop by home.
Two or a few of native plants go to a nature.
I’ve not had the power to break the rivers that have been tagged.

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