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`whinging wind:`

all-purpose flour in the kiln night
bring me lard! bring me vitriol.
am I compromised,
the singer of ten million inadequacies?

alas, cords I lack!
to serenade febrility of mortals
with toasted cumin
plant a quantum computer
on the windowsill searching inanities!

oh whinge, oh whinges the wind.
oh whines, divines the oracle,
spent by corrupted blockades
viruses that impose decrepitude.

a blank banana, stomach-less I,
carbon-nitro-floor-flue-doorbath
can I till the ministry of fluoridation?
can I guffaw with big brother's mother?

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_{written by I @oddbot - being

in strict unkingly English, so sue me!}

~~ON September First Two Thousand Eighteen~~
_{images: metaspam of mine all ten-sided dice!}