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And Make Of The Blessed Sow
by Philip F De Pinto
In the rift
Twixt she and I
Eye drop a wee seed
As will net a fly
Or other pesky creed
Who breed
In shit
Or other zippedy doo
On which the winged feed
And make of the blessed sow
Such as scheme
Upon tendrilled rhyme
To lift in the now and dream
An inability their wind to cease
Neither first or second
Or also ran
Nor forget that the sun set
On which you wagered your last pence
Lost the bet
That you'd be up for the occasion
As would see such as had gained altitudes in your eyes
Erode down and down
On this embankment of time
Where one will not think it mimicry to echo
Feat as ratchets down and squats can
And shits
In the rift twixt I and she
As will breed
Such multi eyed verse
As will witness legion
Upon legion of Phoenix from their illnesses lift
Such dolorous and convoluted gift
As will be presented historical
Nay geographical man
Burdened to repeat
His winged victory or defeat
11/26/2014 Posted on 11/26/2014
Copyright © 2026 Philip F De Pinto
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