Where rosy cheeked but indolent palms of impatience
Reap the golden eggs calved long time ago,
She seizeth their pithy palms to find burning passion
But backward she pushed and their steed is stalled
Not confounded to recluse their studded bridle on ragged face,
That nimbly as she fasten luridly,she loosens,
To the holy shamans of mollified cruss,the law of empathy,shalt speak body language of the world
To the semantics on planet earth,as verity not for the anacronistic times,
Condescend to alight though wonder stiff and beef,they lurk beneath lurid shadows of the underworld,
Dingy not to stray the sun with purple colored visage
Catapulted with no shadow of dim light,
Where sick- thoughtless and vilest worms of impatience lay
To genuflect its Achilles heels clasp and wasp,totem pole beneath succumbed to the plush of verdant
And succulent pearl divers and lucre glots
Took the crowns of Victorian hills
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