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Cheap puns come about all right but to come above or beyond together to a point gotten or forgotten together in a mote beseeched, beset, and ill-begotten wraith whirling whispered note calmly overcome and cast quickly off the creech beside.
Often repeated lately forgotten and then restoked humor for blood on the moon.
Carbuncular changling, why do you
Go from ruby to emerald's hue
And like a viscous carnivore salad
Bring forth grief, wan and pallid?
If you could go through such rush
To bring back rose and youthful blush
Can I break past your hush
Or would that be to ask too much?
Counting money or answers sought
Is there a lamia that has been brought
To tear away flesh, soul, and mind
And in her coils my bones will bind?
Flaunting pale breast and born in the year,
The serpent was held much too near,
Though then she seemed much as a worm
Without capacity for such harm
As that which now has me scared
Since first her mordant fangs were bared.
Her choice of victims did not matter,
Venom subdues both puff adder
And any whose tender loins lust could kindle
And whose vision by smoke would dwindle.
Stop! You don't know what you've eaten! You think it could make things grow, but it is only you who are made smaller and more vulnerable. What I'm talking about is what you were afraid to think and denied because previous scarrings have thickened the lens and distorted your focus, and if you were not mad,
it wouldn't be written.
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