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Springtime for Pants

   fear cold alluvial. Pantaloons join caravans. But wait, britches running. Whose legs know whose legs? Sleek stretchiness embalms. Are people implied by people or just the natural costume of going about? Seasons of endeavor supposedly lead the way. Fire loses funding. No one invented food in time. History presses, Winter comes. Our complaints create diameters across certain circles. Zippers face intractable terms. Words barely remain. And here, now, leggings seem inadequate. The last word falls short.

Tho

  the sent human letters sling flight and bourne while dishing stars tweak apt oval slicing dark as cooling pays for it tackled as an abstraction language protrudes from not language but a topic of con versation wet with nouns and knowing for the last time love is just so close

Galloping Toward

  associations of epic panza divisions swirl midst light and dark with cream-toned moose calls and astral variable what nots abruptly permeating the ideal glance by which funneled assertions provoke glittering moonbeams in the poetry of ages and moments ago

The Elabourate Dream

  Cha-cha on the Balustrade for Purplish tench a Long class lines Eying portage or Presumption in Fondness fierce Native dressing Of persiflage Flanking the so Cial con ScIOUs nexus, Pond scum could Do no better

Th eResin ofr Apture

  kick ball up side back wards ha the imp ortant are no one t here mak e celeb ration arms in air amazed the crowds full of crowds easil y the dark becomes lig ht with hero es organ ized into pass ion inter preters of ink lings file d for fast moment ser iously