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as
paragons and saints
held
a party....no restraints
were worn...
....cast off...
.the manacles....
....scraped...
the hulls,
of barnacles,
...as cleansing agents
cried the plangent
tears
of verdant scorn...
read
articles
of blistering
hypotheses....
sleek,
glistening...
to
some....
under
the auspices
of
winking candle's
prophecies.....
combined
disvagued philosophies
to slather
torqued chronocities
of fragrance....
mitigated,
by the scrimshaw band,
de-prated...
'til
the tables had been plated
with
fine decoupage, uncrated.....
and
the eyes of confiscated
wonders
vanished.....
too
forlorn
by
hexametered
qualities
to
join in the frivolities.....
held
a backroom feast of jollities....
as
sun... and love were born............
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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