Nonsense: an exercise

I want the stars on my insides.

Deeperin is furtherout.

Tarpaulin and feathers: comfy cocoon or barbaric execution

The squirrel is on the ax

Carpet on the ceiling

How much does the world weigh?

Lava sqeeging between my toes!

Doors keep people out and let them in.

The tree stole my pie

Round and round and down it goes where it stops noon hat

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