There have been mistakes made here, in the NEW WORLD, of New York:
of New Amsterdam, New Cuba, New Caledonia, New Rochelle,
(Adair and Ghislaine, cavorting of late, in the barnyard of fate, trillionaire fate, love Rochelle, Rochelle used, abused, refused, sweet and slow, settling down in a romance domestic),
of the roll of a dice, once more. Plymouth Rock was a casino, as could only be sung by Placido Domingo.
New Haven, New Orleans, New Lenox, New Milton, New Bedford, New Brunswick, New Yekepa,
An opera is a barn, with some of the divas swinging, as a barn swallow, dipped in hue, is a love that is bringing,
Tenderness,
The barn swallow swoops, to give the worm, to the cheeping (at low volume) of the word-bird, to its brood, whose beaks do gnash,stomachs growl, a beautiful colored bird, Ben Franklin saw the turkey, the Nazis saw the eagle,
A turkey’s neck is a disgrace, plus turkeys never soar, though in the final analysis, they fly better than you or me. Which is to say, if a turkey jumped off the Empire State Building, it probably would not be in suicide. It would, rather, be a jump start.
Spam of Human Affection 
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