Shorty

Loom of fruit
Selling Circular Logic
Taking leave of my senses
then comin' round again.
Circling
Severing my senses
leaving them
after coming round, then leaving
my senses
Gary Sinise
a shoe
a show
Grant Show
Cary Grant
Gary Grant
Gary Cary Grant Show
Scary
Leaves my circles sensing the leaves
and staffs me temporarily in America
where I take leave of my leaves and then leave.
Turn the page
A short circle is a mismatched adjective
Sounds like something Gary would do
Do Mary Tyler Moore
Do it some moore
Mary Cary
Moore, baby, Moore! Moore! MOORE!!!!
Ties me to the moor where I leave the shore.
More leaves?
Shore 'nuf.
The fruit on the shore give me more than I leave
When I leave
The loom
It looms.
Over the shore
The ocean is a circle of shores
It's just not shaped like that
So leave
More leaves?
Shore 'nuf.
"Man, you sure are hungry, " I said.
"You will only see me eat when your eyes are closed and I am not hungry.
So they are and I'm not. There's your proof," I replied.
Eat the shore, Mary Tyler Moore. Shout "enough! Lay on!"
and munch a handy Frito Lay product. No relation to Frito Gonzales.
But related to Speedy Gonzales.

Frito Lay leaves. You knew, sooner or later, it would come to this.
Bags of rotting crap, $3.49 a pound. Yum!

Seems logical to me.

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