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wild and wooly...
though
seldom been fleeced
can jump
outta
the box
with
the bark of a beast
never
known
to be tepid....
yet
what
could seem intrepid
has
sometimes led
to
wooly (again) ? worms for a feast....
no, not malicious.......
could
be more judicious......
surely
some stuff's nutritious.....
and
far from pernicious....
at
times
most delicious.........like lemon on fishes.......
oh, yes...quite piquant.......
like a jellicle aunt.....
or
a flimmery-flummery
bon (mot) vivant......
it's
elusive, confusive.....
.it
squints
and it squants...
might not know what it wants......
though
sure knows what it doesn't...
what is you ask? ......
....it's that demian'd cousin.......
the one in the mirror...
magnified.... with a tear........
both
doppled
and
gangered
and
swift.....flying free'r
than
a
winged
white horse.....
on a
fly-over course
through
the
starlighted,
ignited,
fractalous
source..........
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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