To Drangle Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

To Drangle



in the obscurantisings of procipiant glossuladrossings.....
there, in the wildpools of poncifurniance they've crept, crepewound and biliousophicrelled......not an ornacle of grispolurance remains, though there is the faintest aroma of squillimagence......

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