with badinagelets, banterlings
proformanettes... recuserings...
the raillierilent bleatest sings...
from the steepment in the vineyard,
waves flageolets to the vanguard
stops to pick a freesianer...
intransigent...in morphful manner...
ties a prescientful banner
to a stick and holds it higher...
floats down a taleplume from a flyer....
notwithstandings hops a groundling,
echotasting with each sound, brings
tributations....doles out brass rings...
in horticulture it's a graft....
as life forms, windblown, it's a waft....
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