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finding rubies
in
a timed clock
can
be 'bout
as bloomin' likely
as
alchemicaly
sating tastes
for
cherries
in
a windsock
or
carving
precious metals
from
a
drydock'd warlock's fetlock
yet,
we try
to
fly
above it
when
we're
playing
with
our
petcock...
dres't
in
finery
and
rhymery....
all
sequined....
as
a
new frock,
wove'
of
tattered
lace...
face splurgles,
cast
a
shuttered eye
on
mirage-abled,
crapped
and
tabled
powders
in
a beaker....
for
our flintlock...........
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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