we've plagues, plagues, we nymphs, nymphs, we'd plague
but bread appears fully for barely disappeared humans
luckily, your luckilies, a close call - this lesson waits for more
lives
we'll speedily plague, you'll readily fall remote & all - sloth suits
mountains, planets only...
Oh, Jeff, convince them how noble is an immediate fall, or
would you rather slough riddles as prayers wildly vague, with
"mystery nymphs, creep your exclusiveness to clouds' meetinghouse
else my birthplace you've brought to castles, to the impelled tale,
the street, the bell you'll
hold or now hold, ye morrows"
& even
"such hundreds of nymphs were fed whole into literature"
never dreadful completely, but does that a privilege make?
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