toys

Rivers take the toys away from a dog
Mild poison emanates a sense of nonexistence
Like stone butterflies in the early morning
Dog toys would make the best spaghetti on mars but
I am afraid of tarot cards in every pot and frying pan
When canines overflow the kitchen the moon is hiding
Under the table with the sun and an alarm clock

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