beets, please, not olives
i never met a menace
that i didn't like
the magistrate comes
"the tomatoes are rotting"
it was all my fault
in wicker baskets
presentation is power
deafening a stain
think critically
the lieutenant finds his way
discipline later
worms sprout from lettuce
everything is a target
my hair is knotted
for the tallest girl
i'm sorry i broke your eggs
they were so sticky
open the window
i never met a minute
that i didn't time
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