Ian walks the lines on asphalt tires
He’s an agile cindered boysen very,
Slumped on a stump,
Love seat quarterback pineapple hump.

Quick, like a car, 100 meter crash,
Presto. Goliath fourteen wood grain in the sneaker
kicking barefoot.

Allegro. Patented pleather wood trim in the mock turtleneck.

They call him Car Dash Ian.

Welcome to the keen way of seeing a cheese cracker.
Of only you could see around you.
Pressure-treted erasers, in a cup of tea.
Perhaps a blanket or two.
Even a terminal switch north of here.
Deep-fried i a shameful way of gondolas.
Flying is dark out.
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Recycle.
Bicycle.
To fickle pickle, stick of a whim-sickle.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like,
to see an armadillo get run over by a garbage truck?

That would make a great painting.
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