the following is a clue to my debacle
my left shove
and a former interior earning for early angst
wit fattened to a cleft hunch
and weaving sieves for a warming shore

mayhap ye grown too toddler I
keenly await for the "ea"
ripe but coddled regulary (sic)
we and y say yes our daughter
they and thou wins by a laser




And weaving sieves for a warming shore




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