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All I've got left are these camel wings and radio stickers.
I lost everything but my honey jar photos and this troubled alphabet.
I couldn't find the old album full of those heartattack bones and film tangos.
The walls are patterned with violin ink and candy treeforts from my childhood.
In case of fire, let my Spanish matchstick puzzles and shoeguns take the first boat.
Would it be too much trouble to ask for an extra watchmat and maybe a temper-hook?
I liked it better with the reversible mattress bullies and royalcake turntables we used to have.
Has anyone seen those self-supporting mittens and the hollering mining accessories I needed?
Everyone's been talking about my brand new tennis wheel and the frying change strapped to my back.
Let's continue, now that we are all familiar with my frozen ambulance stand and matching sunset tycoons.

I traded in my new tiger diary for an old, dirty one. Now I can't find either.

I'm going to be gone for a long while.
I'm going whether you come or not.
I'm going back to the old country.
I'm going away for the winters.
I'm going up to the mountain.
I'm going into that house.
I'm going back in time.
I'm going down south.
I'm going for a walk.
I'm going home.