TRIUMPHANT HILLS.2

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TRIUMPHANT HILLS, A POEM FROM THE ANTHOLOGIES OF ST.BLUES QUEER STREET. PART 2. over sacred hill.The proud entente of lake river abesi itself jubilant, eloped to cart away more bouquets of flowers, where its squadron rides.Not an aloof ride where this spectre apologia greedily trumpets and jubilant hours feasted.Pines wane,flutes dance to jubilate the trickiest battle royale ceased, minnions beat alabaster cups and horns of dread.And thundered feet become flying feet to make mountain the home of the gods and wolves on the mountain,like whirlwind from wolves beneath. Millennium of grief,stricken fine dogs and deadwood, could with mere putsch of the knight of old's dragnet pulled them into stardom.How not like goody goody, shouldest nigh comport,on a gormless gosh and gnash of piffles.Not the gourmand of the vulgar and the vulgarian fraction,that quashed it beneath,Aluplu

to's to this gory height to abhor the gooed twain and silvermoon's gooseberries,What a gallimufry and godforsaken goddess outshines the encumbrances, And they gabble but chaos and they gadabout but banditry menaced, and so this gaggle gaggles yonder its friable frippery.Now miser ,with the fortuitous foxes of the foxhounds, clenched at the Alupluto's forest creeks unclothe this hideous fracas. A thousand grenades had done this witchcraft and when the flurried hot spots had been fluxed out, nirvana emergence but not surfily wherein forest battalions unleashed the flotilla and the auxiliaries fretted