Scurrilous end-games of wrought cantankers,
the enmitous sweep,
the un-derring vulturesome, the candlelit blithery.
"Hover a while," says the kidnappee,
proffering plague.
Vyers and velocities, mashings for the dim.
© 2011 John Dowda via MyOWs.com. All rights reserved, except where noted otherwise.
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