how the doctrals of persubiance play
on our tenuous grasp of meanderae
where haunted wishes tease and sway
to the cymbalesque of hoomuspay
so cram your zest
in a sinuous jar
and feather your wings with aspidar
smear your skin with effelin
and begoferate round a pedal-bin
today
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