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A spiderweb on vegetables might be called a cob salad.

To not want to eat that is totally valid. Or a cobweb on vegetables might be called a cob salad. That last sentence could be an alternate ballad.

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A voodoo maker of dolls likes ATMs since they encourage her to enter pins.

Digits could be covered. Pins can go in limbs, shins, chins, and under the skin.

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Druewlz Nomslop will simply not stop ’til those who mocked and wronged him get caught and pay the cost.

Misunderstood and dismissed by too many on top, Druewlz never forgot those moments of loss.

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With a mouth that’s giraffe-like is someone named Gera Flike. Sensing a delight, Gera is enticed

and has an idea (when inspiration strikes).

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In response to the condescending, someone imagines their ending. Revenge may sound tempting

for someone never forgetting. The name of this someone is Inre Sponse. If Inre was a ghost, then this ghost haunts. The name of this someone is Inre Sponse. If Inre was a ghost, then this ghost haunts.

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KETO may look like the name of a radio station (that broadcasts food for thought as information).

While KETO is defined as a type of diet, its spelling might seem like someone call signed it. **** Shorter version of my poem KETO: KETO looks like the name of a radio station (that broadcasts food for thought as … Continue reading

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Spring’s non-break time can be called spring continuity.

That last idea can sound like April foolery.

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Curbside pickup is smoother than a hiccup.

It’s harmless like a sit-up. And for a safe trip? Yup.

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Curvy branch skyline and its critters are a surprise find, like a carny ride that strikes and chimes on a dime.

Via the following link is where viewers can see them; curvy branches are their region. Curvy branch skyline and its critters are a surprise find, Curvy branch neighbors are browsing the clouds. Together they’re like music or puzzle note sounds. Curvy … Continue reading

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The grass on a graveyard resembles electrocardiogram.

So are the dead really dead? I’ll be damned since grass and EKG lines share spikes and dips. Can this hint at a zombie apocalypse?

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