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Sunday, April 14, 2013

Neologistic Hope



Once arbored were the forestels
Where forest elves unharbored floated
Batwing sail and camponed bell
With wind-beleaguered hope.

Still all unhappenstancied now
Their broken walls unbowered loated
Maddened slime’s besleetitch plow
Of city-streeted slope.

Oh, flit again beleafed and fly
Beneath that winter-bitten sky
Where flutter-byted bittern cried
We’ll bind a better tope

When arbored once again our slope
With camponing rehopes our now
Besleetitch plow all under-toped
To mind our best renown.

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