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expectorate, then conflagrate......
wear
those purple shoes,
zig-zag to the finish line....
sing
them candy-coated blues
blast two from behind the hedge
one
from 'round the bend,
salute
with your fingers crossed,
moan
for a rainbow's end
with a flopsy and a mopsy,
catch
a kite-tail-ride to morning....
sunrise
fills your sails,
blows fair wind,
tinsel....
sparkles,
all-adorning
with a whiffle-ball, a pickled, peppered
penguin
slips you
a grace-note,
'Here's your warning....'
and the lights go out! !
(but it's just the end of the first act.........)
delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
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