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A  HOICK OF THE HOLOIPOLOI-A POEM FROM THE ANTHOLOGIES OF ST.BLUES QUEER STREET. PART 3.to cart him away ovation,did the bragart at the court,revert to carol his aplause.And a living heir of the deposed court bridgeheaded revert to the throne. I t was brevity.What deposition aposite to olive branch, the golden patriarch,and then brusquely bumpered with grim death briddles of bun fight.What a burlesque of good graces,of unbunged and unbungled chidhood,not of the bad graces'bunkum that welded Alupluto.Gone for a burrow,in this court,bustled his brisly butches of burnish,cockcrowed the impending golden morn, schooled by progeny.The capricious borderline,guillotine crazy and bloodmoney, tensed capillarity,cartooned caskets'casinos,plunged deeper still at atrocious carnage of the demeaning ambush.Long after her cavalcades,moors and meteorics humbled,at this cerulean grid of cause celebre,still her hoick's brutish and slutish castellation with the fifth columnists,hardly their cavity cawed.