catch the milk run....back by noon...easy....
never mind those waterfalls.....
blackberries big as apricots....
...
those...better prepared
to
roost
less in irony
...
we wend...we apprehend....
our mizzen masters...we contend
to slink..to wale....to splice a tale
of winter with a summer's mourning...
...
above the madding zoo....
I congratulate me....for the goodnesses I do....
and
since I've not once listed them.....I'm up for a saintmantle..whoop-te-doo! !
...
of amoral decay
beset the populace of Pranque du Soleil...
they've clapped on their manacles, covered them well...
seems someone'd suggested they could avoid, quell,
...
bit the heels,
elicitingling swinks and squeals...
the waggin's fired up, rolls on wheels
'safe' in the ruts...no new bell peals....
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serve porpoises
though not for me....
to brew a cup of verbal tea....
same windmills, flailing variously.....
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autodidactiley
cerebellicose, fitfully...
Kynikocoasting, spreesomely
redoubtablarming....promisecuously
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