Best Contingent On(P) Poems

Along the glass of a lazy stroll, 
The jar popped open the doctor, 
Or so I thought, ‘cos attachment, 
Honour and protection was proctor. 

Amis of gel, congruence and ear, 
No disk did move my larynx clear, 
Undue was the throat inside instead, 
Which elongated...

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