The future is written
I meant to write a poem to a girl
Are the books in order
in NYC the engine failed
O Frank Ohara
someones father just died
Abercrombie fitch is in a fiz
Aliens?and I meant to expand our empire
check the demographics in Nantucket
I need a Date
take what God gives you,, leave the rest
the tide is out every 12 hours
Ill be thin and confident
How to rent a room, the road leaves
South Boston limousine, What a Fox
Tony Rome calls
Im selling the phone to the Feds
Lets leave."I think your're a green olive."
You know your rights...Boss the world!
I said thanks, "I think your a summer squash."
then she replied, "relax, I think your are nice."
leprochauns danced
I need order and a second mate. She said "BE QUIET, Silly."
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