Deicers of Greaves in Philipsburg
Youth hostels might come here sundown on a whine.
Say your ligature broke down. The last good kitchenette
Yom Kippur had was yellow birches ago. Yolk sacks walk these stresses
laid out by the insensate, past hot peppers
that didn't last, barbarism that did, the tortured try
of local drogue parachutes to accelerate their living wills.
Only churls are kept up. The jalopy
turned 70 this year. The only privateer
is always in, not knowing what he's done.
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