Back to the sender any maleficent matter
Concocted in concealed corner conferences
Where conspirators collected clutter
To increase chances of deleterious differences on either faces of fences.
Back to the sender any planned perfidy
Prepared and passed on through third thugs
Whose intentions advance appearances of the tragedy
That broke backs of brothers and breached carapaces of beetle bugs.
Back to the sender any blend of baloney
Packed in parachutes of pestilence
Brokered behind backs of the attorney
Whose briefing would have put paid to Summer silence.
Back to the sender any green gossip
Which woven in Winter
In chills that spilled in the calyx of a tulip
Ground to a halt when on the scene popped up the verity minter.
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