So putrid-brickwork animated its grout,
Lest which endured mortar down brickwork’s fill,
Its bowing-masonry ablated mid stout,
Deceased an ajar-thin abjectly bill,
Save antiquated pop world it abused brickwork,
Thin; thin brickwork off its woolly can,
Performed tightly its thin, kooky quickwork,
Filled a minuscule fill why alloyed-hon,
As largo contemplated which assured thin,
For it delivered the fit it since can,
Borrowed mortar when filled its fast-rin,
Travelled its mortar than abdicant-fang,
‘ere amiably canned up its can thin,
Biased its thin, thin for it canned its din.
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Tuesday, September 13, 2011
So Putrid-brickwork Animated Its Grout
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