SPRAWL ON MY BONNET SONNET
Legible grades and gentle of this muted
prize to my eyes droop, surprise. Not
poster boy heart 14036. Sky looks chalky.
Dream how silken Asia lov'd the rod,
but not no more. Triumph of agit
glance bypass set finally to induct
pottery export saga through
to a platter of black and white, serene.
O, come on. I was slighted by
Peter Riley, yet by the graven ire
of winds erratic, calmed. GCSE recrement
misattribution e.g. 'Legible grades...'
whose provenance was leisure and blown
on sucky-fucky and Listerine.
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