February 28, 2025

My Oysters.part 14

Who reads his fortitude like
 decimosexto or sixteenmo
In the flings and spiral of his 
Accomplishment 
And  not speechless at the spring 
Of immaculate morn
Not a decumbiture in decumbency
In the torpedous battlement of de die in diem
With uncommon gallantry to decumulate
This ignominy of decumbencies,
That centuries of dread implores to whack,
A sedimentary dedolent of his indefatigable dedolens 
Still yet a deditician in sedition of gallantry 
Will he be the dedimus ,the dedimus potestatem,
And salvage himself from stranglehold of this dedolo of defervescence?
Bandwagon jumpers the path of vulgars,
The blindfold o the deindividualisation by dei judicium






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