Sur / Real / L–off

When time slides like

a penguin on ice

and the line of the lime is

slighter than

your love

for me smiles these

end of plays, neither

strides nor

s-

trident three-

tongued delish-

ness- 

.es; que 

es

no longer 

fun for either of us 

now: once 

southerners in heart, but 

both 

become or-

dealt short-changed 

northers in horrible 

pract-

ice, and 

lemon to fin-

ish this surreal tale.

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