Vanderbilt Runway

All the ways a loose-fitting sentience
	becomes a rhapsody in blue jeans
I am traipsing to the ends of the earth
	hoping for a tomato plant on stilts

Call me like a mother and instead of a brushstroke
	the evaluators mix together a moongrove
I am basically the salt on the wicked stream
	and a purchase that removes the sedentary
Clamoring on like a beach ball
	and don't mind this particular pair of shoes
Nightingale and an ox listed side-by-side
You with a curlicue perfectly gelled

I want to establish what we've all been looking for
	the core that emanates everything we've read
	what a beautiful bill of sale

I will tell you I love a good power wash
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