Rustling rain-kissed far-off gables bid me listen
Musty tomes in yellowed orphic languor float
My age-old hallowed athenaeum must now me christen
Before intoxicated I awake, a drifting sunlit mote
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Warning: Amphigorical Content!
grubby grists of euphuistic prolixity
i think i prefer a.a.milne
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An occasional attempt to use up those spare words left over at the end of each day.
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