Reason
The acoustic hallows,
stark face follows...
The guns show line's in the time's,
as drifty as sand and wines...
The larkspur gives them grows,
the English meter mows,
we don't show,
anything we want to know-
time to create plaster now,
let off on a few rafters,
dynamic and enigmatic...
It is so hardly sparse,
it's waiting on the cart,
it's everybody to dart!
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