Rough road’s brickjungled throat.
Ozgoing, love to go but I’ve got to show
Someone owing what their heart’s like frozen.
From the cart I order carp
But betting it hard frozen instead cancel for carvery.
Wished every meat veal.
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Traincart harping on, powered by forest chewing fires.
Blazing core uncorking sails of strangely uniform smoke.
Stick and polkadot bindle
Hold its hilt and whistle, tilt at windmills
Referencing epistles
Everything brittle against modern missiles.
Alchemisland 
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