yarda del ferrocarril en San Jose vagu solitario delante de una fbrica del tanque y me sent en un banco cerca del shack del guardagujas.
Una flor pone en el heno en la carretera del asfalto -- la flor I del heno del pavor pensado -- tena un vstago y un corolla negro frgil de puntos sucios amarillentos como la corona del inchlong de Jess, y un penacho de centro seco manchado del algodn como una brocha de afeitar usada que se est mintiendo debajo del garage por un ao.
Flor amarilla, amarilla, y flor de la industria, flor fea spiky resistente, flor no obstante, con la forma de la gran Rose amarilla en su cerebro! sta es la flor del mundo.
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