jarda da estrada de ferro em San Jose eu vagueei desolado na frente de uma fbrica do tanque e sentei-me em um banco perto do shack do guarda-chaves.
Uma flor coloca no feno na estrada do asfalto -- a flor I do feno do dread pensado -- teve uma haste e um corolla preto frgil de pontos sujos amarelados como a coroa do inchlong de Jesus', e um topete center seco sujado do algodo como uma escova raspando usada que fosse encontrada sob a garagem por um ano.
Flor amarela, amarela, e flor da indstria, flor feia spiky resistente, flor nonetheless, com o formulrio da Rosa amarela grande em seu crebro! Esta a flor do mundo.
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