Love a kittle, an American who played skittle, knew God loving
A persian rug a black cat a persian cat loving black smudging coal, smudging oil, sun of love, kicking ass, been down so long, it looks like grass.
Summer of love grass, mean the G.I. must mow it?
It looks like grass, God knows why, it looks like grass, because Christ’s children mow it so, in a suburb where Christ looks purty good, in a suburb where oil, looks purty good, where slop, looks purty good.
Here, horn of a whistle which is fun, as a fief, a battlement, a you go down to the corner, to learn love, to live a tune, fine bristle to wave as a wail wail wail won one
Spam of Human Affection 
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