No, I don't feel mellow.
This is my new wife?
In the mob?
No, I can't see beyond the blob.
Are they the ends?
I really, really want to ascend.
Frankly, they're nasty.
Too sweet, too sour, and too lovingly.
No, not jets.
Oh, I love the Mets.
What to include?
Food is rude and causes a feud, and I hate seafood.
Love it, cuz' no need for action.
It's only for white doves.
Where to look; maybe above?
When will I die?
And I will fly to the sky.
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