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Wednesday, May 28, 2014

Diambic Pent-half-meter

Y'all think Im'ma try
To compose some kind
Of lewd diatribe
Shrewd and unkind
Though unnecessary
For medicinal,
Apothecary
Platitude and all
That jazz, musical
As that blue sun, sol
To Spanish tragics
Whose azul-less tricks
Peruse through no use
Till afterwards' truth...
Posted by Spencer at 9:40 PM
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