2011/05/31

The Poesy Is My Viand

Abrasion of trumperies shan’t faze thyself

Divers emetic and infernal tunes have naught to espy.

It must not be commixed with intact sounds!

Ado befalls on thee.


Perchance one may be retentive and reticent-------------------

------in the boscage, besotted together with the medicine man.

Adjourn, if one must. The truism of thoroughfare enumerates.

Spake with alacrity and without errs.

Once again one was fulfilled with delirium of joy.

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