Thursday, November 3, 2011

poem || Edward Nichols

Concurrent themes he evinced as he whetted the rustoff his tippy- tophat.
Thoroughly flourished,he evinced himself of a tapestry ,and,ran the blue hole through a tempster dagling off a pole, ran the quarter mile as a fifth, shelved used Tturnps of a stuttering shot of rigomortis.His throat shattered in a hacking cough at the mere mention of the word.

Embittered embroiled battle, bubbling bloated blastedin the everhaven garden Demetrius delight .The lights floated past, one, as the overdrive the middleman and pure the puree' on neutral.Sodden with the Earth

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