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[time] => 2009-08-22 14:26:15
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[bodytext] => The day wanes to crank a humble tune, And some bard serenades With an accordion No simply swindled woman. He can play to sapid depth like if He's seen the birds urgently swoop And score the soft of night's centered Truffle. The street lights admire Antares, Yawn, and festinate Down the hallowed coal feet Of virginal aisle. This is the pavement's gravamen Until a nasty force Could supplement With its sung snow. The hawks impart their gift of passive ear As nestled in a crescent Affection, While trendy feathers diffract. How spry! Their contest tugs Two jousting mantras. Yet it was not an impasse Before the gaming--choosing one sedulous Masterpiece. The trees like a Gladiator, and dirt Makes sand Look doting. I didn't know sticks were this capacious, dirigible-- They mediate Falling outs from Man to callow clay. The doorbell touts its song unlike The birdhouse, And halcyon leaves could curl, find the singing In their DNA That was audited for Its scenic compliance. Bundled needles After heaven ebbs fan. And who would stand post To witness The fickle codex Of an orange? Trees upwell on the outskirts For this Occam's razor--standing O To grind their roots And wish a hymn of child's play. And the bard compliments his woman While the day can preach and Sputter, Drawing sensuous awe. Embezzling grounded wares, how The empyrean Could pull off such a girding theft Of logic--minted logic! [comments] => 0 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 73 [informant] => screwge [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => abstract )
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