offer you obsession....
frosted, thinly, with discretion.....
accused, standing disorderedly...
....to publish, soon? ....next quarterly
is time enough to ruminate
whilst swinging on a garden gate...
....yes, the goods are fine, but tainted....
there've been beings nearly fainted
riding wakes of highs and lows
unsure of what the ebbs and flows
would wreak....well,
sometimes being blows....
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