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If I were a giraffe would I
be
red or wallpaper? Well,
I think I would be the son of
corn
like the meadow wolf at dawn
in Siberia who sings turquoise songs. Maybe
sort of like the bulletin board,
the famous one with your picture,
like
the culmination of Cote d'Ivoirienne snowdrops
which the maid of Lorraine might have
eaten.
Like that. Like that a
giraffe.
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