A driftpunch,on a driftplain and driftpiece
Driftmen trapped in their beleaguered mine
Over drift sport that they could barely muster
How come this drift wind not spare the driftway in the inclement drag sail as any of the drift sail driftingly fallen in the drift period?
Behold the drill head in the drilling mud is drowned in the driftwood
Across the drill plow drillmen in obscene numbers gone to slain in the arms of the Morpheus
And hardly a drill sergeant to thrive novel drillmen at sea
Homestead a repertoire of drinking songs and bagatelles
Not the impervious hoods but drinky driploops and drippiest in their dressparade,driveling and frittered off every morsel of homestead in a lifelong
A door or a window with no drip-cap undressing the part,
O with a dress rehearsal disarmed with dress shield and dress pattern,
A driftage with no drift alarm and drift anchor
To wag tail of the drift boats through the drift angle and drift avalanche
The drift current cannot kill but the pressurized dread breathing of the avalanche
Raises up the broken chins of the flotsam this loathsome bizarre of red flags
This spectrum of drive boats drive a wedge betwixt the driveways driven into hard bargain of droopy and driveling stances.
Not in the cunningness of their copse,thicket, chaparral, coppice,droke, brushwoods of droughty-drouked, did they have the warm to drubber beyond the bullish drow and dropshot in their drolleries
But lingering driving axles loitering dreams broken driftsail at driftwinds
Drumfired drumgate of drumlied drumble-drones
A drumslade from drum slide and drumsketch,
Banging melodies defied by this drudgeries
Not so clownish being bewildered as dissident of their own wraith
Whereon this ilk hardly duke dulce est desipe-re in loco
Neither a dulce et decorum est pro patria mo-ri
Nor hamstrung by the dulcitude and orgiastic addiction of nostalgia and smitten by martyrdom in their drools
Dumbasses, dumb bunnies and dumb clucks across their dumb compass hamstrung in their dumbbarter
Dunderplates in the dundrearies
Still dump men across the dump storm hardly a halted sea wave summoned
Not the donjon of dungbaths could avert the stigma and blot on the escutcheons
Dunniewassals elope into the precedent pith of hell
Cabbage dunkshots from a dunkard a frontline desiderata for the homosapiens
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