July 15, 2019

PROFESSOR ABRAHAM SONNETS'DIARY.SONNET.300

O how the milky way dost its crucifix bear,alight its pantheon and checkered by selfsame firmament of the aristomagnetic charm,Whereon the stars and galaxies in their spangled voyage,merry go round the eliptical oval and cohesively clump concatinates,dancing feverishly this pedigree at the cosmotic pedometer of its conjugal bliss pendent with mothernature to dress their ordnand from sunset into sunrise.Thy bossom o mothernature will not dismember the panaches of recyclical renewal nor its teleological boon frozen to set ontology,junketing the infinity of its evergreen melange,where bungled time decayed with steady decay and steady decay decayed with bungled time.To revile casuistry,of robotic intelligence.And within mainstream ordnances ordered to float the gravities.

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  1. Within thy confines of ordnances' ordnated path,were all gangrenes blushing and outfacing venture.How much noose filtered mousily outdone hardihood silvermoon's oddysey.If thou could with thy pistol be held steady,this tick overs,tick-tack-toe,noughts and crosses of tidal waves,the silvermoon of the golden morn shall be pitched with thy tent at pallor's stray.

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