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I was feeling a bit acrostic, and could not hide my dizain from that silly ekphrasis 
skin condition they burned in elegy.  So I sent an epigram to the seismology 
department, where it registered on the epitaph graph.  The ghostly visions of the 
etheree spirits dressed in the latest Fibonacci made me wonder if the ghazal of 
the African plains might have been held up by a Grook, in spite of the heroic 
couplets the gay community presented in support.  I checked the reading on the 
iambic pentameter, even though it made me late for my kimo treatments.  It got 
dark, so I used a lanterne that lay about in McWhirtle's yard, and sure enough, 
nonet, there was the mother ode!!  Ghostly pantoums made me start to believe in 
Parallelismus Membrorum, so I got a ticket for the quatrain engineered by the 
Mexican revolutionary, Pancho Quintella.  But he was busy  rubbing Rengay on 
his sore limbs.

to be continued

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