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The ghost of small things are small
The ghost of little things are littler than small

It took forty five minutes to fortify the flour
But that's because of the predicament of the knee ligament tear
What? If you can jump on grapes for wine, you surely can knead flour with your knees

But who needs flour when you can have flowers?
Neatly arranged in your hair in colourful crisscrosses
Yellow petals from daisies and blue petals from lillies

Highly read and highly written are mutually exclusive happenings
To write highly of a thing is actually meeting its full potential
Every single thing should be written of highly
Because when it's gone tomorrow that's how it should be remembered

Violins sound sad when played violently
Actually they sound sad all the time
What's are sadder sounds?
Radio static;
A lone cat meowing;
Incessant honking.
And I don't want to write about sad things now

You can't carefully avoid collosal collisions while in a careworn crowded closet
Cornflower and cornflour are both things
I love it when a thing that has a name is just like its name
A bookshelf is that - a shelf for books
But what is a cupboard? A board for cups? Or a cup of boards?
You can't yell low, but yet there's yellow, which is a colour of all things it could be

Lame

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