a mountain of spite fell over the top-side topple of temple (ache)/maestro candid-wreck; train-type varieties, fallen auburn and now a delish occasion of herpes and red tongue taunt of autumn ting (in the air, oratory) betting on others people-or-orange-skinned/fresh fobber farmer spoils and weepie high-springed and spirited whisks *(nations of fair recluses, tables, mortal-men in boots, well-bred pens, creepers, zoos, and antedotes for misspeellngs)... heroes the lot, really; asps and spending too many minces on the various well-there-you-go/when-ya-shoulda', and xenon inhalations lefty-wence or where-ya-came-of/denizens not quite at the plateau-pabble or zero point la grange, albeit the thou's and vows (*owling) nerve and vanna (wit, not beige, nor of snowy culpables and height wipe white and porridge of DDT). It's a grand verve!