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Insults

Utterances offering the wrong ideas Like murder-planning spears: To their recipient an enough sting But to the source songs to freely sing The seventy-two teeth of crocodile, Together jammed and survival is for a while; Participating voices ascending mountain tops Like they are sure there should be no stops; Their height a far cry from teaks; Path the resonating bellows and laughable squeaks A rivalry of cacophony And festival of polyphony; Rude demonstrations of rude interruptions And recreation of volcanic eruptions. A contradiction of the other voice is a goal, The longing for it, down the soul; The gentle questions for trickery, The applauding hands from mockery. Insults first fruits are slaps unendurable, Their predictable lasts, blows unmanageable.

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Date: 10/14/2020 5:55:00 AM
No need for such hatred, you described it very well...
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Date: 10/15/2020 1:13:00 AM
That was a most complimentary thing to say about ' insults '. I had intended ' The Descriptive ' in it's lines. Quadruple thanks!