To mucronate aggression in a pursuit's psyche,
Only to flagrantly become much glaring when the mortal flaws had been unfolded
And practically nemesis by undiluted nothingness resurgent calloused,
And lo remedy springeth out in a thump from the fringes of badlands.
We re lathed to latch onto the sorcery of the shamans,sorcerer's stone, witch doctor, medicine men and sacerdotals,
Shanghaied enmasse the victorian valleys
But it may take the medicine lady the chef of fattest cows,
Much denial forsooth to zenith the downpour,
Impatient shanghaiers skyjacking and shanghaiing in Cimmerian lull,
Wherefore laundromats of writly wits,with dreams should they live,
Shattered nerves in compost heap,shell mound,
Sacrosanct of the beleaguered homilies
Sharecroppers and homesteaders on open fields,
What else would they graze in the open fields
That their patient dogs as the adage" did not eat the fattest dogs?"
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