“on bail from the book to end all reading,
it could be so, that the floodgates open to knock-ons that croon a
lament
so unpopular
its hum no longer covers embarrassment”
“my lips are sealed say the waxing fates, determined against all odds, all ends, to head for the bottom of infinity”
“and then along you come, trundling past definitions on your way to skid row, where conditions sought to frequent you”
“from beyond catnap, during the time of lightly, chances were taken, ships sunk and strictures backfired, driven out of place on behalf of wit, a resource keen to disinterest proof”
“at least there might one day be a comeback out of all proportion with return,
amongst the cinders of alphabet, final characters predict dismissal, wearing their pink slips well”
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