Lipstick,
Lipstuck
Cherry lip balm,
Yummy on a balmy day
Stop!
He can tell time,
But time never tells on him
Can someone tell him why?
A story untold, a song unsung,
Yesterday's news wound him undone, and now he's a string of consciousness
No hex please,
Ex that X
We can tell that he's rambling,
You should see him on the road, as a runner
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