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Rated: E · Poetry · Action/Adventure · #2062621
Vibrant nonsense-like verse
He would not find a picture there
Where all the brothers sleep
A danger less than any friend
Oracular new keep
A link of dead, romanceless wind
Con-sort with beauty fawn
The grace of lind, unsteady bin
The carcass rips the dead


Bales of snow, up eat my sew
My culture leads the freed
The menu sighs while others type
And porcupines have lead
An earthen stew of old romance..
The couple squirts and flid
A pale sight, for every knight
A gain in cheeks of need



And what takes through, the snow-bound bog
The atmosphere of mortal frog
The doors, the doors, of guest
Below the man and freet
Nothing peels the moor


The yellow cream, the orphan boat
A pile west of mortal boat
Links grin-wide lit, the seance pick
A vein of Rembrandt song
The lice of chin, despower the grin
Of murmours weighed in thirds

The gibbon sung, it's hair-bound rung
Of mooching feeling dune
The lice-made Crete, of well-round seat
Gaped awful chill-head rum


If love is a party, be my boat
With no alcohol needed now
The cretin seat, which peaks the wheat
Ca-ress like metal flin
A gasp of retch, the gain-sped wench
Nu-ance and Christ with fun...


I watch the minnows glub an' sing
For phosphorus new light..
They grayling Dean, of earth's new green
Span widows, courts and ball
The lenghten read, the laspic weed
The vial cultured rum
And less than sped, a taut un-bed
The gasp of Reading flowed...


Give me a box of Chardonnay
and let me spin you rhyme
give me a box of darling-weigh
and court me felling brine
I laugh at which, the felt un top..
Can fling the boars of reed
Such wean of lead, cascades the beg
Of tortured willing souls..


An opal ride..lascating bide
Lay such the caucus pine
A finch of win, the rapping gin
A rack, new feint hung sawn
Lactates the weed, five mortal wean
The praying fluke of wide...
A gasket left, the minion less
Than razor wenching thighs...
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