Playing Field Filed Down Smooth

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morph my norm-bled
mumblety-peg my norm room
sugar-hedged by sweet swat drumsticks
lumens at stake as outtakes 
in miniature flotsam jet skis in the breeze 
of happenstance by staunch chance

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shore brooms voluminous tuned
laying off of various impediments 
at rectangular rest pasteurized 
hegemonized blistering along riverbeds 
and sea shine alerting to the spitters of neume bleed
where various paternity suits blister airwaves 
as we flee the Z-pak would-be solution 
once instamatic now pulsed a centimeter
from the thumb and fore-
finger to taste the rigamarole chased around 
im-posy gem lanes glutted with charming
weeds un-spliced have you any thread 
yes sir (squared) for the nonce 

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thus ensconce selves of your-n in bliss 
whispery as day shore melodious lore 
several meters away from the shore 
where snow snores back what sunlight retorts 
back to shoulder scarred from infancy 
on the right side half a chance 
to size the self into surroundings 
tiny pinkly near Nurse Molnar
and what would happen next 
reasons to love nurses more than skateboarding
more than trial and error along trails
at the behest of blazers let's start here
in the middle of the riddle plaid as wannabe silk
 

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