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

A Glut



a surfeit
of revenances
romanced the perfidious
warbling
of the dogooders
in the sorrel
sat
a spell
wrung the chimes
loped away
to thrash
in
a sea of obliviates
sang of higher tides
while barques
gilt
resplendent
trolled
for euphemisms
among various flotsams

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