Sunday, April 13, 2014


Port keen wary of the -amsel in dis ropia
Tort for maturation at your ration sir loin
Park lean port scene river dose canary full of
Leeway fur lined nova sorghum sittin' in a tree

And you thought gondola was mainframe
go ahead and ponder yonder in the sweet lane
where we nurk our way to bravo dome
and virtue stents are recent see

Elderberry innocence is like your snow
and I'm impeccable as slow-go venison
You work to lay-by strenuous veneer
that we may dimestore to the lollygag

of shopped windows to sleet
Come slither through the dappled rain with me
to wit each thunder keening for the royal
we love empathy we emblem to defeat our lust and brevity

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