Non-Erotic PoetryFebruary Stars 3Spat Tara on the arras from old high-seat
alienated, as the thurible separates with its swing
inanition hewed the helotish-ish
their cerements inundated in tundish poured Adam’s Ale
far-flung and filled tun-dish under-hill with the multitude
more obstreperous banter against the king,
--oil-butt first splashed on stage at that show.
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