halving an oft day
i cot myself sheafing this mourning,
and then i tied trying my choose.
the popcorn yinyanged, its tao corning
as greensward gave berth to the blues.
went driveling oft to my woofplace
and clogged in presizedly at seven.
the cubic hold tolled off a jerkface
and bread had more film at a leaven.
then lungetime, and thyme to crees forehead,
the voice in my forehood felt faint.
it spoked of a spooklier warsaid,
and saintlier aintlier daint.
three churros for dayend dessertion
and laycheck in latent elation.
the clogout was functory whirr shun
width dogfood dude ken l. oration.
then holm and its dinned dear and moo vee
then biddybye with a comped banyan.
comp won and comped awl, slipping tubey,
an oft day not halved baaed to spannion.
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