Friday, January 10, 2014

Bravado of push in three thongs

The magic of madness begins with
A comparison of a magnet to a voiture
Saints and soldiers, robes of the flow
Roles of play, articulate on the
Hindoo spinning his wool - long dark
Fingers feel the thread , the moons of
Jupiter around arrows on smiter's eve.

The ripple of a townies toga,
Bob sat up AND the comet
On the day the floating mansion
Made haste, closed a chaste,
Praised a chase across the blue
Wideness of a fatherless creature's
                                     
Creekness

So that is how grin gapers boarded
A tri-cycle: that is how skinnies skinned
Shins and gastric juices of nectar
Gawked at said giants.

Be careful what you wish for
Be careful what your thirst prompts a say
For mean creatures beyond a scope

End eras like Ents

The eye of sapien sabotaged a serpent
Slippery sun dance in the gruesome of the grass
Scales of cast and numeralds of teach tocking

Sinners up to something
The mandibles of Madiba
The mascara of Cruella
The puberties of puela
The good girls and Ella

Meter like mishpocha at Mizpah
Triple troubles, flex and task of Bumble-beings.

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