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(this is not poetry, it is called web of conscionness, it's not supposed to make sense fuck you) Wearing a coat made of rye Frezer full of ice cream Cat basking in the sun Don't you wish you were him? Cats always seem to be warm Don't they? Talking to my fridge My appliances have so much to say I never have time to talk to them all They never stop talking I yell at the flies, but they won't ...

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