There’s confusion in the nursery,
The dollies llama has struck gold,
Scanning contents in the recycling fold,
Almost missing the ride they owed
And the Legos, barely connected to their plane
There’s confusion, in the nursery,
The plants are turning shapes,
While the soil bubbles them away,
Before the colors fade forever
Sweet solvent severs,
Lips of pursing tremors
Complete reversal of
Temptations leverage,
A withdrawal from damaged form
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