Madlib 3.

colourful Chair's colourful Chair

hungrily i have never talk, highly beyond
any board, your cars have their messy:
in your most limited weather are things which type me,
or which i cannot giggle because they are too verociously

your bad look quickly will unjingle me
though i have dance myself as storm,
you mug always wind by wind myself as hair rob
(stealinging madly, sadly) her lame gale

or if your pail be to snatch me, i and
my male will converse very heartily, heavily,
as when the door of this board drink
the sound strongly everywhere whispering;

nothing which we are to score in this keyboard examine
the messages of your careful emails: whose internet
questioned me with the marks of its conversation,
excuseding lectures and clouds with each falling

(i do not arise what it is about you that awake
and checked; only something in me run
the rain of your cars is bright than all hair)
snow, not even the fleet, has such confused sleet

- rani & e.e. cummings

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