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Deconstruction..........from another source of inspiration....two, actually... |
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I had a faux patois..... it was crumbly, just a wreck.... I tore it all apart and built a crepuscular deck...
when evening approaches or when morning's light begins.... I sit out there....newspaper rolled... keep skeeters from my shins....
and when I wish to barbeque, or grill..or spit... or roast... a cut of some quite lovely meat.... imbibe a little brew...or two...I toast to life.! ! .......so sweet....
I am pleasantly delighted...as the fragrant incense burns... to simmer in my hot-tub... amongst the frondy ferns.....
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all of this is possible
because . that patois, less than mossable, is gone...
no more a causative of worries, I'm no bit pausative .to say, 'hooray'..... as petal flurries of tearose blooms now grace and scent my outdoor room......
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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