A Dry-Spore Time Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
A Dry-Spore Time
when it is nothing but sentiment and the trembled terrapin of other ideation only breaks the waves to lick its lips and breathe for a not measured instant of quills and bridles and ringing spurs of pentagonal proportion if there is a fair wind and drier salt to taste periwinkles squared and unctuous in their revelry....
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