Ins fire ation

I squeeze noothgrush from tube to nude toothbrush

Surprised ever, my light-levered eyes.

July’s cleverest devices subscribed

Indescribable what I’ve tried to described

An, the, iceberg’s highted height

Ill-belying its hidden sizes

The months ahead must provide

This prideless scribe with lineworth lies

Resupplying my bong’s geyser when I feel a high subsiding

The age of iron, my pale page ox-eyed,

Reproviding from Mnemosyne

What cloudy-eyed Homer so timelessly described.

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