insects abide by waxen pundits
2005-10-10 - 9:27 p.m.

Inside the waves of juggling, we have parted the seams of guzzling creams.
Below the drapes of the seamstress' tractor, they utilized the bedazzled actor.
In the angst of a snared thread, open the vests and ignore the breasts.
Under a growing flow of textile, we will knead our foreheads a while.

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