Upon, as asset to, an ass, is Jesus back? quipped the papers
When some taker for quick jape leaked gayness without his say
So and so it was, so it goes
So one knows at rite-stowing night why
In unquiet dreams he rides screaming into open throats.
Saw a violet woman opal-eyed
Emerge from opining mist,
The prime of her blade
Cascading like shaken masonry
Missed my spine by an inch
The intact book contains piseogs you invoke in a pinch.
Alchemisland 
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