Seizing products to upsleeve
To increase my degrees
One tablet to stretch it. Another, fleetingly
Makes my wretched flutter to something other than total hardness.
The knacker’s horse too used to his miserable yard
When led to pasture splits apart like a tossed bauble
Exploding against a tiresomely maudlin fatherbrother’s braincart.
She has about her something lordly; the boredom of an exiled Bonaparte.
Alchemisland 
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