on deck

the heavy bat first, this swing in the word to say near me but pushing through me. take the han, the word flood implies direction, gravity's wear. knowing the dams hold their breath above the border, put bets here before the pitch, pop-fly or walk or homer note the corners that punished ---your father evidently worth your mother once--- and the world owes us a caricature, take me into the sun. unconsciously, I will explain.

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