delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
Forestalling - Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........
of course, they would have been
not decided to
lean like squabs in the vestry....
their other accomplishments paled..
the essential vagaries of the claret-stained finches were heard...
pluto waxed waggish,
the polebeans vaulted
the trilubricants went missing.....
it was only after
thunder bolted that a hush fell into a myrtle-flanked tarn...
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