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Cold Feet

Enervated and energized after cold shower the perfect tonic to gin body though o'clock wee hours August thirty one two thousand nineteen - natural buzz to stave off relished sleep, thus refueled with zest able to chop chop thru printed material (dictionary seat of pants newpage turner with a-z characters) and no crock, but refreshing douse of chill kept mien ole body electric able to dial back feeling akin to soap bar man tiredness life came to buoy quite some hours with joy de vivre vigor analogous to morning dove (or as if submerged smooth as ivory into Irish Spring), until... bubbliness peaked than plunged yours truly into fast shuteye descent lulled into land o' dreams courtesy double fan tussy "white noise," until I awoke with a start, (albeit heavy grogginess clinging fast - thick spidery whirled wide cob webbed glommed threads) unable to offset toe tilly stark realization bare little feet (plaintively oinking higglety pigglety) felt like ice cubes, whereby skimpy blanket inadequate to allow, enable, and provide adequate quality sleep, hence inspiration piqued to attempt cob bullying poem gifted (thank you watermelon pickle) despite raggedy state, not optimal state string words together rendering sense and cents ability birthing feeble attempt to sweat out small medium thoughts lodged within fifty plus shades gray atrophied matter - begetting literary stillborn whereby intensive care unit medical team resorted to heroic measures applying revolutionary punk chew weighted equilibrium until state of the art poetic license intervention wrought sudden jaw dropping miracle – whipped courtesy last ditch Shakespearean divine resuscitation, (plus all the king's men and all the king's horses) rendered dead as a doornail absolute zero metaphoric lifeless limp bizkit verse, neither lickety split rhyme nor reason could explain tectonic shift witnessing pluperfect (donned with little non hex pence booties) manifestation vital signs, but metered metrical blue feet in toto - oz needed close monitoring to ward off 10,000 maniacs.

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Date: 8/31/2019 4:19:00 PM
Wow!!! I'm not sure what to say. I think I like it. You really had the creative juices flowing on this one. I may have to read it a few times to truly understand the complexity of what you have written. Have a great day my friend.
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