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Their merthiolade dewdrops could not do in
For the rain of redeeming: they were allies
In a picaresque milkdreaming sort and in
Ravishing, lavishing, ravaging their wit
Stood gaunt and bare against the fiery gusts
They waited, they watched, they wove,
They angered the thoughts of necessity
And ration against their tangling stealths
Clockwork jumblings of known events
Were a specialty of sorts and wisps of
Their webbing were found on every stair
They stole an alphanumeric system leaving
All the beggars in alms way a balsam
To quit their grievings and pass the time
This way so that we may live alone
Starfighters from the perfect end breaching
No precepts yet loving still and breathless
Can there be yet another solvent in easy
To digest form and five fruit colors in
Flavors savoring the rest for a time
Less demanding and more productive
Dyli and dali as much as they may
There is no one quicker or less sure of dying
(the fever squad comes forth) sally faster
there are dates in the north and the plaster
is cracking but the party will call an end being suppository to consumption they jest with the manufacturers for their strokes
coincite the break coming round their stakes doldrum cravings and cartoon ravings while wrath and wroll keep a wet beaniepopper
starring the old codger and the checkered demon
it's all done by massaging the medium and letting what's down in front come free our warriors are past temptation and will
yield to a hearty resolve if the slender fingers will stay their drumming while the toes catch up with the tadpoles
the pyridium orange has come again
draining the chancres lingering foxfire
pearly comments kneaded with consensus
I'll be home to vote.
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